When thou hadst trod the Molossian plains, and reached
Steep-ridged Dodona, where Thesprotian Jove
In council sits, and from the articulate oaks
(Strange wonder!) speaks prophetic, there thine ears
This salutation with no doubtful phrase
Received: “All hail, great spouse of mighty Jove
That shall be!”—say, was it a pleasing sound?
Thence by the sting of jealous Hera goaded,
Along the coast of Rhea’s bosomed sea[f14]
Thy steps were driven: thence with mazy course