By a smooth prow whereon the ten would ride,
Would ride the waste Atlantic.
“They were small,
These people, they were pitiful and small,”
Said Hermes, half aloud. “Yet not unworthy,
Nobles, of our regard.”
“They did not guess,”
Said Artemis, “how small.”
“They could not measure,”
Flashed the grey eyes of swift Athene, flying,