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Rh (Very softly):

The Sun sets early, it is very dark.

(Dies.)

(Prostrate, with face hidden in her robe):

How, dark for you? What then for those you leave? A shadowing sorrow that obscures the Sun, A night that never shall break to dawn again.

Fleet you, sweet Spirit, on your star-ward way! Pass to the presence of King Helios Leaving your lovely body, myrrhine vase, Whence has escap'd the essence volatile, The attar of your world-perfuming days, Exhaled from the crystal continent,