Then as her shock

So great gave way to grief as great, she soared,

Borne in her chariot, to the sky’s bright realms

And stood, with clouded face and hair let loose,

Indignant before Jove and said: ‘I come

To plead for my own flesh and blood, yours too;

And if the mother finds no favour, let

At least the daughter move her father’s heart;

Love her not less because I gave her birth.