XXI. We mortals let an ox grow old, and then Drew the fat spoils to the more open station Of a flat smooth space, and portioned them; and when He had by lot assigned to each a ration Of the twelve Gods, his mind became aware Of all the joys which in religion are. XXII. For the sweet savour of the roasted meat Tempted him, though immortal. Nathelesse He checked his haughty will and did not eat, Though what it cost him words can scarce express, And every wish to put such morsels sweet Down his most sacred throat, he did repress; But soon within the lofty portalled stall He placed the fat and flesh and bones and all. XXIII. And every trace of the fresh butchery And cooking, the God soon made disappear, As if it all had vanished through the sky; [hair,— He burned the hoofs and horns and head and The insatiate fire devoured them hungrily; And when he saw that every thing was clear, He quenched the coals and trampled the black dust, And in the stream his bloody sandals tossed. XXIV All night he worked in the serene moonshineBut when the light of day was spread abroad He sought his natal mountain-peaks divine. On his long wandering, neither man nor god Had met him, since he killed Apollo's kine, Nor house-dog had barked at him on his road; Now he obliquely through the key-hole passed, Like a thin mist, or an autumnal blast. XXV. Right through the temple of the spacious cave He went with soft light feet-as if his tread Fell not on earth; no sound their falling gave; Then to his cradle he crept quick, and spread The swaddling-clothes about him; and the knave Lay playing with the covering of the bed, With his left hand about his knees Held his beloved tortoise-lyre tight. the right XXVI. There he lay innocent as a new-born child, As gossips say; but, though he was a god, The goddess, his fair mother, unbeguiled Knew all that he had done, being abroad "Whence come you, and from what adventure wild, d; You cunning rogue, and where have you abode All the long night, clothed in your impudence? What have you done since you departed hence? XXVII. "Apollo soon will pass within this gate, And bind your tender body in a chain Inextricably tight, and fast as fate, Unless you can delude the God again, Even when within his arms-ah, runagate! A pretty torment both for gods and men Your father made when he made you!"mother," "Dear Replied sly Hermes, "wherefore scold and bother? XXVIII. "As if I were like other babes as old Will profit you and me-nor shall our lot XXIX. "But we will leave this shadow-peopled cave, my father gave To Phoebus, I will snatch my share away, Which if my father will not-nathelesse I, Who am the king of robbers, can but try. XXX. "And, if Latona's son should find me out, XXXI. Ethereal born, arose out of the flood Of flowing Ocean, bearing light to men. Apollo past toward the sacred wood, Which from the inmost depths of its green glen Echoes the voice of Neptune,-and there stood On the same spot in green Onchestus then That same old animal, the vine-dresser, Who was employed hedging his vineyard there. XXXII. Latona's glorious Son began:-"I pray been Stolen from the herd in high Pieria Where a black bull was fed apart, between Two woody mountains in a neighbouring glen, And four fierce dogs watched there, unanimous as men. XXXIII. "And, what is strange, the author of this theft Of their soft beds and their sweet food bereft- XXXIV. "My friend, it would require no common skill Many pass by my vineyard,-and to me 'Tis difficult to know the invisible Thoughts, which in all those many minds be: Thus much alone I certainly can say, XXXV. may "And then I thought I saw, but dare not speak And in his hand he held a polished stick : |