And right and left with billowy might
Poseidon rules the sea;
But not the sun that rules above,
Nor strong Poseidon, nor great Jove,
Can look with looks of favouring love,
Bellerophon, on thee.
There’s blood upon thy hands; the hounds
Of hell pursue thy path;
Nor they within rich Corinth’s bounds
Shall slack their vengeful wrath.