“with sacrifice, before the rising morn,
  Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And from th’ infernal gods, ’mid shades forlorn
  Of night, my slaughtered lord have I required;
Celestial pity I again implore;
Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!”

So speaking, and by fervent love endowed
  With faith, the suppliant...