But if deprived of that sweet food, With mighty Saturn's heaven-obscuring

But when the Moon divine from Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear A race of loveliest children; the young

Clothing her form in garments glittering The fair-haired Moon, and the immortal

Fair babes are born, and fruits on every Whom Jove brought forth, in walke

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 gods

right. Nor Saturn's first-born daughter, Vesta The mortal tenants of earth's dark abodes,

chaste,

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 fountains

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-

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

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

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

When I stood foot by foot close to thy With this great iron rake, so to receive My absent master and his evening sheep In a cave neat and clean. Even now I

side,

No unpropitious fellow-combatant,
And driving through his shield my

winged spear,

Slew vast Enceladus.

Consider now,

see

My children tending the flocks hitherward.

now the same, as when with dance and song

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

vised

A tedious voyage for you, I put to sea
With all my children quaint in search of

you,

And I myself stood on the beaked prow
And fixed the naked mast, and all my
boys
Leaning upon their oars, with splash

and strain

Made white with foam the green and purple sea,

And so we sought you, king. We were sailing

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.—

Near Malea, when an eastern wind Neither here, nor on the dew

arose,

And drove us to this wild Etnean 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,

An Iacchic melody

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

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

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