From mortal fair-ones, blending in embrace
With mortal men. Both from her tressed head,
And [253]from the darkening lashes of her eyes,
She breathed enamouring odour like the breath
Of balmy Venus: passing fair she was,
Yet not the less her consort with heart-love
Revered she; so had never woman loved.
Though he her noble sire by violent strength
Had slain, amid [254]those herds, the cause of strife,
Madden’d to sudden rage: his native soil