Alcinous and Aretè, honouring him
With loving gifts, tripods of bronze and iron,
Raiment and bowls of gold: thro’ blackest night,
And the confusion of the baffling waters,
With sail and oar urging their keel they bore him,
Who all the while wrapt in sound slumber lay
Deep likest death; and in that trance they laid him
Beneath yon olive tree, and, by his feet,
The gifts they brought: there may ye see him lying,
And there the gifts: and yet ye scarce may see,