Out of old days cometh a legend which saith
That the great deep’s fountains rained
On the dark earth’s bosom a deluge of death,
Till, by counsels of Zeus restrained,
The flood-tide sinking with waters shrinking
Swiftly was seaward drained.
And this stone-born generation’s sons
Your grey forefathers were,
All valiant bearers of shields of bronze,
Whom Iapetus’ daughters bare
When they made affiance with Kronos’ scions,
And kings of their blood reigned there,