One leads through Phocian land, to Bacchus dear,
Where high Parnassus, by a gentle slope280
The lowlands leaving, lifts his double peak
Into the heavens; and one leads off to where
Two oceans bathe the land of Sisyphus;
A third path, passing through Olenian fields,
Along a hollow valley's winding way,
Attains the vagrant waters and divides
The chilling current of the Elean stream.285
'Twas here he journeyed, safe 'mid general peace,