From Cygnus’ shoulders the fair armour’s spoil,
Retraced their way direct, and instant reach’d
The city Trachys with their fleet-hoof’d steeds:
While pass’d the goddess of the azure eyes
To great Olympus, and her father’s towers.
But Ceyx o’er the corse of Cygnus raised
A tomb. Innumerable people graced
His obsequies: both they who dwelt hard by
The city of the illustrious king, and they
Of Anthe, of Iolchos wide-renown’d,