Too great, for mortal men.
Ah me! what rustling sounds
Hear I of birds not far?
With the light whirr of wings
The air re-echoeth:
All that draws nigh to me is cause of fear.[[146]]
Enter Chorus of Ocean Nymphs, with wings,
floating in the air[[147]]
Chor. Nay, fear thou nought: in love
All our array of wings