Poor, poor limbs, so lonely!” And her insolent
Laughter shook the listening green leaves.
“Yet he would have forgotten, and his only
Danger been from Ares”—who was there,
Swelling his thick chest, as Hermes spoke—
“From the two minions, old and young, of Ares.
Such danger can dissolve, for it is wind
And fury; but the damage that you do,
Arrogant bright daughter of the dolphins,
Is endless as waves are, or serpent segments