Live not unfriended; them the fair goddess loves,[n15]
And lends her ready help.
The vision of the birds shall work its end
In bliss, but dashed not lightly with black bane;[f9]
I pray thee, Pæan, may she never send[n16]
Contrarious blasts dark-lowering, to detain
The Argive fleet.
Ah! ne’er may she desire to feast her eyes
On an unblest unholy sacrifice,
From festal use abhorrent, mother of strife,