Of the song; for of Zeus of Therapnae’s child did the sweet hymn tell.
Over the dusky hills did the light of the new sun leap,
As he rose from his far sea-bourn, as he roused the shepherds from sleep.
Then from the stem of the bay did the heroes their hawser uncoil,
And they laid in the galley so much as sufficed for their need of the spoil;
And before the breeze up swirling Bosporus’ flood they steered.
There steep and high the surge, as a mountain’s crown upreared
Afront of the prow, rusheth on them as leapeth a beast on the prey,— {170}
Higher, still higher upheaved to the clouds: thou wouldst verily say,
‘They cannot escape grim doom, for that full o’er the galley’s side