Then restless travelled o’er
Mysia, where Teuthras holds his fortress high,
Cilician and Pamphylian heights, and nigh
Where roaring waters pour
From fountains ever fresh their torrent floods,
And Aphrodite’s land whose loamy roods
Swell with the wheaten store.[f16]
STROPHE III.
Thence by her wingéd keeper stung, she speeds
To the land divine, the many-nurturing meads,