Reproaching the Fates, she said, Yet theirs shall be but a partial triumph; memorials of my grief shall endure, and the spectacle of your death my Adonis, and of my lamentation shall be annually renewed. Your blood shall be changed into a flower. Thus speaking she sprinkled nectar on the blood; and as they mingled bubbles rose as in a pool on which raindrops fall, and in an hours time there sprang up a flower of bloody hue like that of the pomegranateReproaching the Fates, she said, “Yet theirs shall be but a partial triumph; memorials of my grief shall endure, and the spectacle of your death, my Adonis, and of my lamentation shall be annually renewed. Your blood shall be changed into a flower.” Thus speaking, she sprinkled nectar on the blood; and as they mingled bubbles rose as in a pool on which raindrops fall, and in an hour’s time there sprang up a flower of bloody hue like that of the pomegranate