queen, thus addressed almighty Jove: “Grant, my son,
to thy mother’s prayer the boon she asks thee on thy conquest
of Olympus. A pine-forest is mine, endeared by the
love of many years, a sacred grove on the mountain’s
height, whither worshippers brought their offerings, bedarkened 25
with black pitch-trees and trunks of maple:
these I was fain to give to the youth of Dardany when he
needed a fleet; now my anxious heart is wrung by disturbing
fears. Release me from my dread, and let a
mother’s prayer avail thus much: let them be overcome 30