Flashed round thee on every side the bow’s bright splendour-sheen. {1710}
Then of the voyagers’ eyes was a little island seen
Of the Sporades, overagainst Hippuris’ tiny isle.
There cast they anchor, and waited: and soon Dawn’s rosy smile
Flushed up through the sky. In a tree-shadowed dell to Apollo they made
A goodly hallowed place, and an altar mid twilight of shade.
And the Splendour-god, because of the splendour that far-seen flamed,
Phœbus they called; and Anaphê, ‘Isle of Revealing,’ they named
That rock, for that Phœbus revealed it to men bewildered sore.
And they sacrificed whatso men might provide on a desolate shore