With rich mead’s flowery store,

My Libyan foot I’ve planted; hence by the brize[n36]

Divinely fretted with fitful oar she hies[n37]

From various shore to shore,

God-madded wanderer. Twice the billowy wave

She crossed; and twice her fated name she gave

To the wide sea’s straitened roar.

ANTISTROPHE II.

Spurred through the Asian land with swiftest speed

She fled, where Phrygian flocks far-pasturing feed;