Of glorious deeds, to heed thy gentle She might, no more from human union

Diana

flame.

golden-shafted queen,

Is tamed not by thy smiles; the shadows green

free,

Burn for a nursling of mortality.

For once, amid the assembled Deities,
The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes
Shot forth the light of a soft starlight
smile,

Of the wild woods, the bow, the . . .
And piercing cries amid the swift pursuit
Of beasts among waste mountains, such And boasting said, that she, secure the
while,

delight

Is hers, and men who know and do the Could bring at will to the assembled right. gods Nor Saturn's first-born daughter, Vesta The mortal tenants of earth's dark chaste, abodes,

stem

Whom Neptune and Apollo wooed the And mortal offspring from a deathless
last,
Such was the will of ægis-bearing Jove, She could produce in scorn and spite of
But sternly she refused the ills of Love,
And by her mighty father's head she

swore

them.

Therefore he poured desire into her breast

Of young Anchises,

Feeding his herds among the mossy

An oath not unperformed, that evermore
A virgin she would live 'mid deities
Divine her father, for such gentle ties
Renounced, gave glorious gifts, thus in Of the wide Ida's many-folded mount-

fountains

With mortal limbs his deathless limbs And ere these limbs were overworn with

inweaving,

age,

Concealed him from his spouse and sister Have I endured for thee! First, when fair,

thou fled'st

Whom to wise Saturn ancient Rhea bare The mountain-nymphs who nurst thee,

Even now the same, as when with dance and song

For when I heard that Juno had de- You brought young Bacchus to Althæa's

vised

halls?

Chorus of Satyrs

STROPHE

Where has he of race divine
Wandered in the winding rocks?
Here the air is calm and fine

For the father of the flocks ;-
Here the grass is soft and sweet,
And the river-eddies meet
In the trough beside the cave,
Bright as in their fountain wave.—
eastern wind Neither here, nor on the dew

And so we sought you, king. We were sailing

Near Malea, when an
arose,

And drove us to this wild Ætnean rock;
The one-eyed children of the Ocean

God,

The man-destroying Cyclopses inhabit,
On this wild shore, their solitary caves,
And one of these, named Polypheme,
has caught us

To be his slaves; and so, for all delight
Of Bacchic sports, sweet dance and
melody,

We keep this lawless giant's wandering

flocks.

My sons indeed, on far declivities,

Of the lawny uplands feeding?
Oh, you come!—a stone at you
Will I throw to mend your breed-
ing;-

Get along, you horned thing,
Wild, seditious, rambling!

EPODE

An Iacchic melody

To the golden Aphrodite
Will I lift, as erst did I

Seeking her and her delight
With the Mænads, whose white feet
To the music glance and fleet.

Young things themselves, tend on the Bacchus, O beloved, where,

Shaking wide thy yellow hair,
Wanderest thou alone, afar?

To the one-eyed Cyclops, we,
Who by right thy servants are,

Minister in misery,

In these wretched goat-skins clad,
Far from thy delights and thee.
Silenus. Be silent, sons; command
the slaves to drive

Ulysses. The Ithacan Ulysses and Is his own flesh.

'Tis long since these dry lips were wet Yes, let me drink one cup, and I will

Ulysses. Maron, the son of the God, All that the Cyclops feed upon their

Silenus. Why this would hardly be The many-coloured anklets and the

Ulysses. Old man,

this skin contains

it, which you see.

a mouthful for me.

can draw from thence.

chain

Paris,

Ulysses. Nay, twice as much as you Of woven gold which girt the neck of

Silenus. You speak of a fair foun- And so she left that good man Menelaus.

tain, sweet to me.

Ulysses. Would you first taste of the unmingled wine?

Silenus. 'Tis just-tasting invites the purchaser.

Ulysses. Here is the cup, together

with the skin.

There should be no more women in the

world

But such as are reserved for me alone.-
See, here are sheep, and here are goats,
Ulysses,

Here are unsparing cheeses of pressed
milk;

Silenus. Pour that the draught may Take them; depart with what good speed

fillip my remembrance.

Ulysses. See!

Silenus.

Papaiax! what a

Silenus.

smell it.

By Jove, no! but I What shall we do? the Cyclops is at hand!

Old man, we perish! whither can we fly?

Silenus.

Hide yourselves quick with

in that hollow rock.

Ulysses." "Twere perilous to fly into the net.

Silenus. The cavern has recesses
numberless;

Hide yourselves quick.
Ulysses.

That will I never do! The mighty Troy would be indeed disgraced

So you may drink a tunful if you will. Cyclops. Is it ewe's milk or cow's milk, or both mixed?—

Silenus. Both, either; only pray don't swallow me.

Cyclops. By no means.

What is this crowd I see beside the stalls?

Outlaws or thieves? for near my cavernhome,

I see my young lambs coupled two by two If I should fly one man. How many With willow bands; mixed with my

Have I withstood, with shield immov- Their implements; and this old fellow

Their dams or playing by their sides? And ate the cheese in spite of all I said, And carried out the lambs-and said,

And is

Look up, not downwards when I speak

to you.

Silenus. See! I now gape at Jupiter
himself,

I stare upon Orion and the stars.
Cyclops. Well, is the dinner fitly

cooked and laid?

Silenus. All ready, if your throat is ready too.

moreover,

They'd pin you down with a three-cubit

collar,

And pull your vitals out through your

one eye,

Torture your back with stripes, then binding you,

Throw you as ballast into the ship's
hold,

And then deliver you, a slave, to move
Enormous rocks, or found a vestibule.
Cyclops. In truth? Nay, haste, and
place in order quickly

Cyclops. Are the bowls full of milk The cooking knives, and heap upon the

besides?

Silenus.

hearth,

O'er-brimming; | And kindle it, a great faggot of wood—