Anon the feast was spread: from leafy nooks
The blushing Dryad came; the amorous Faun
Stole from the laureled hill, returning not until the crimson dawn.
O, I was happy, very happy, Jove,
When, like thy lightning, day broke on mine eyes!
Beneath me was the sand; before, the sea; above, the threatening skies!
There, like a vulture frightened from his prey,
Flew Thésëus, while, Cassandra-like, I stood
With streaming hair and flashing eyes, and hurled prophetic curses on the flood.
Are dreams the messengers of gods to men