A country from Apollo, and through the town
Of Crommyon, till along the robber’s road
Pacing, thy left eye meet the westering sun
O’er Geraneia, and thou reach the hill
Of Megara, where Car thy brother’s babe
In time shall rule; next past Eleusis climb
Stony Panactum and the pine-clad slopes
Of Phyle; shun the left-hand way, and keep
The rocks; the second day thy feet shall tread
The plains of Græa, whence the roadway serves