Thy goddess, great Athena? Was’t not I
Who stirred the hearts of those Phæacian men
To bring thee hither? Wherefore in my ears
Pourest thou fables?
Ul.’Tis thy voice indeed,
Which tho’ my eyes were blinded, well I knew.
Voice of Athena, dearest of the gods!
Now with my soul I grasp thee, now I see,
And worship thee, divine one, and thy knees
Embrace: but in this darkness and disguise