Has come to me at home: but if I tell thee,
Thou in thine inmost heart store it,—no word
Even to Eumæus, tho’ ’twas in his hut,
—Where as I crossed the isle I turned aside,—
I found an aged man, his beggar guest:
Whom, for Eumæus warned me he was full
Of tales of Troy, I held of no account
When first he spoke, but soon I learnt he knew.
He was himself at Troy, and, as he saith,
Hath lately seen my father, who is free,