Nor Thetis' nuptial torch would greet by act of her presence.When they had leaned their limbs upon snowy benches reposing,Tables largely arranged with various viands were garnisht.But, ere opened the feast, with infirm gesture their semblanceShaking, the Parcae fell to chaunting veridique verses.Robed were their tremulous frames all o'er in muffle of garmentsBright-white, purple of hem enfolding heels in its edges;Snowy the fillets that bound heads aged by many a year-tide,And, as their wont aye was, their hands plied labour unceasing.Each in her left upheld with soft fleece clothed a distaff,Then did the right that drew forth thread with upturn of fingers