He clove the pathless air. The sea,
With various-twinkling brilliancy,
Immense before him lay,
With many a coast far-stretching seen,
And many a high-cliffed isle between,
And many a winding bay.
High o’er Œnone’s isle he sails,[[6]]
Where Æacus’ justest law prevails,
And masted armies ride;
O’er famous Sunium’s rocky steep,