No sun cheers the sightless,
’Neath the ground far away.
Enter Athena.
Athena.
The cry that called me from Scamander’s banks[n33]
I heard afar, even as I hied to claim
The land for mine which the Achæan chiefs
Assigned me, root and branch, my portion fair
Of the conquered roods, a goodly heritage
To Theseus’ sons. Thence, with unwearied foot,