Thus much he said, that still Ulysses lived,
But with the nymph Calypso in her isle
By subtle sleights withheld; in whom it lay
That he was not returned, and might not yet;
But there abode. Then, since he knew no more,
I sped me home, and should have sped to death,
Had not divine Athenè sent a dream
To warn me of the ambush, with the wind
To bring me round the isle: wherefore I bid thee
Perform the sacrifice, lest for such favour