And there make ready. Woman's will can find
Many a thing shall eke the feasting out.
Yea, and within the house is store enough
To satisfy for one day these with meat. 425
In such things, when my thoughts turn thitherward,
I mark what mighty vantage substance hath,
To give to guests, to medicine the body
In sickness: but for needs of daily food
Not far it reacheth. Each man, rich and poor, 430
Can be but filled, when hunger is appeased.
Chorus.
(Str. 1)
O galleys renowned, by your myriad-sweeping
Oars hurled high on the Trojan strand,
Whom the Sea-maids followed, with dances surrounding
Your dusky prows, when the dolphin was bounding
Around them, bewitched by your music, and leaping
In sinuous rapture on every hand,
Escorting Achilles, the fleetfoot son
Of Thetis, with King Agamemnon on
Unto where broad Simoïs, seaward-creeping 440
Rippled and glittered o'er Trojan sand.
(Ant. 1)
And the Sea-maids fleeted by shores Eubœan
From the depths where the golden anvils are
Of the Fire-god, a hero's harness bearing—
Over Pelion, over the wild spurs faring
Of Ossa, over the glens Nymphæan;
From the watchtower-crags outgazing afar
They sought where his father, the chariot-lord,
Fostered for Thetis a sea-born ward,
