Thus the blest gods the genial day prolong, In feasts ambrosial, and celestial song.[75] Apollo tuned the lyre; the Muses round With voice alternate aid the silver sound. Meantime the radiant sun to mortal sight Descending swift, roll’d down the rapid light: Then to their starry domes the gods depart, The shining monuments of Vulcan’s art: Jove on his couch reclined his awful head, And Juno slumber’d on the golden bed.