And now within a common tomb, 620
'Midst unknown ghosts, be lies at rest.
In wrathful memory of her king
Lost on the sea, did Aulis then
Within her sluggish harbor hold
The impatient ships.
Then he, the tuneful Muse's son, 625
At whose Sweet strains the streams stood still,
The winds were silent, and the birds,
Their songs forgotten, flocked to him,[1]
The whole wood following after—he,
Over the Thracian fields was hurled 630
In scattered fragments; but his head
Down Hebrus' grieving stream was borne.
The well-remembered Styx he reached,
And Tartarus, whence ne'er again
Would he return.
The wingéd sons of Boreas
Alcides slew, and Neptune's son 635
Who in a thousand changing forms
Could clothe himself. But after peace
On land and sea had been proclaimed,
And after savage Pluto's realm
Had been revealed to mortal eyes,
Then did Alcides' self, alive,
On burning Oeta's top lie down,
And give his body to the flames; 640
Tor sore distressed was he, consumed
By Deianira's deadly gift,
The double blood.
A savage boar Ancaeus slew;
Thou, Meleager, impiously
Thy mother's brother in wrath didst slay,
And by that angry mother's hand 645
Didst die. All these deserved their death.
But for what crime did Hylas die,
A tender lad whom Hercules
- ↑ Reading, cui.
