But whensoe’er they addressed them to the sea,
Rough wintry blasts and storms affrighted them.
And when this horse, of wooden timbers framed,
Completed stood, a votive offering,
The winds from every quarter of the heavens
Howled threateningly. To seek the will of Heaven,
The anxious Greeks despatch Eurypylus
To Phœbus’ oracle. He straight reports
Apollo’s mandate grim and terrible:
“Before, O Greeks, ye sailed to Troia’s shores,