Here crucified. Ah me! ah me! who comes?[n12]
What sound, what viewless breath, thus taints the air,
God sent, or mortal, or of mingled kind?
What errant traveller ill-sped comes to view
This naked ridge of extreme Earth, and me?
Whoe’er thou art, a hapless god thou see’st
Nailed to this crag; the foe of Jove thou seest.
Him thou see’st, whom all the Immortals
Whoso tread the Olympian threshold,
Name with hatred; thou beholdest