VII. Then scooping with a chisel of grey steel, He bored the life and soul out of the beastNot swifter a swift thought of woe or weal Darts through the tumult of a human breast Which thronging cares annoy-not swifter wheel The flashes of its torture and unrest Out of the dizzy eyes-than Maia's son VIII. And through the tortoise's hard strong skin IX. When he had wrought the lovely instrument, Joyous and wild and wanton-such you may X. He sung how Jove and May of the bright sandal Dallied in love not quite legitimate; And his own birth, still scoffing at the scandal, And naming his own name, did celebrate; His mother's cave and servant maids he planned all But singing he conceived another plan. XI. Seized with a sudden fancy for fresh meat, The hollow lyre, and from the cavern sweet Of thievish craft, such as a swindler might XII. Lo! the great Sun under the ocean's bed has Driven steeds and chariot-the child meanwhile strode Are pastured in the flowering unmown meadows, XIII. He drove them wandering o'er the sandy way, So that the tracks, which seemed before, were aft: XIV. And on his feet he tied these sandals light, XV. The old man stood dressing his sunny vine: 66 Halloo old fellow with the crooked shoulder! You grub those stumps? Before they will bear wine Methinks even you must grow a little older: Attend, I pray, to this advice of mine, As you would 'scape what might appal a bolderSeeing, see not—and hearing, hear not-andIf you have understanding-understand." XVI. So saying, Hermes roused the oxen vast; XVII. Now to Alpheus he had driven all The broad-foreheaded oxen of the Sun; They came unwearied to the lofty stall And to the water troughs which ever run Through the fresh fields—and when with rushgrass tall Had pastured been, the Great God made them move XVIII. A mighty pile of wood the God then heaped, Of fire, from two smooth laurel branches stript And the divine child saw delightedly- XIX. And fine dry logs and roots innumerous He gathered in a delve upon the ground— And kindled them-and instantaneous The strength of the fierce flame was breathed around : And whilst the might of glorious Vulcan thus Wrapt the great pile with glare and roaring sound, Hermes dragged forth two heifers, lowing loud, XX. And on the earth upon their backs he threw He cut up fat and flesh, and down before Toasting their flesh and ribs, and all the gore Pursed in the bowels; and while this was done He stretched their hides over a craggy stone. XXI. We mortals let an ox grow old, and then Drew the fat spoils to the more open station XXII. For the sweet savour of the roasted meat Down his most sacred throat, he did repress; XXIII. And every trace of the fresh butchery And cooking, the God soon made disappear, As if it all had vanished through the sky; He burned the hoofs and horns and head and hair,— The insatiate fire devoured them hungrily ; And when he saw that everything was clear, He quenched the coals and trampled the black dust, XXIV. All night he worked in the serene moonshine— |