Of the Massylian race, and guardian of the shrine
Of the Hesperides; her care, the dragon huge
To which she offers honeydew and soothing herbs,
The while she guards the precious boughs.—She claims the power
At will to free the soul from sorrow with her charms,
Or burden it with care; to stop the rapid stream,
And backward roll the stars; the shades of darkness too
Can she awake, and at her bidding shalt thou hear
The rumbling earth beneath thy feet, and see the trees
Descend the mountain slopes.—I swear it by the gods