"My sad companions heard in deep despair; Frantic they tore their manly growth of hair; To earth they fell: the tears began to rain; But tears in mortal miseries are vain, Sadly they fared along the sea-beat shore; Still heaved their hearts, and still their eyes ran o'er. The ready victims at our bark we found, The sable ewe and ram together bound. For swift as thought the goddess had been there, And thence had glided, viewless as the air: The paths of gods what mortal can survey? Who eyes their motion? who shall trace their way?"
Book 103
PG
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