Vain to try their Three vengeful selves to win—
Slaughtered a black-fleeced lamb; to Hades’ Queen
A cow untaught what mother’s joys had been;
And, lastly, after sunset, to the King
Of Tartarus, a vast, rich offering—
Whole bulls’ entrails upon the altars thrown,
With oil to sting the flames to hiss and groan.
But the sun rose, and earth began to growl
Underfoot, dogs in the grey dawn to howl,
And on wooded heights leaves waved in still air,