Then came her other friends many a one, And in the alleys roamed up and down, And nothing wist of this conclusión, But suddenly began to revel new, Till that the brightë sun had lost his hue, For th’ horizón had reft the sun his light (This is as much to say as it was night); And home they go in mirth and in solace; Save only wretch’d Aurelius, alas! He to his house is gone with sorrowful heart. He said, he may not from his death astart. 3283 Him seemed, that he felt his heartë cold. Up to the heav’n his handës gan he hold, And on his kneës bare he set him down. And in his raving said his orisoún. 3284 For very woe out of his wit he braid; 3285 He wist not what he spake, but thus he said; With piteous heart his plaint hath he begun Unto the gods, and first unto the Sun. He said; “Apollo God and governoúr Of every plantë, herbë, tree, and flow’r,