And lo, three sons of Kronion came at his call straightway: + 

No labour of battle could tire them, seed of the Highest they! + 

The one of Alkmena the star-eyed was born, and of Leda twain. + 

And there came two heroes with helmets tossing the stormy mane; + 

And these were the Earth-shaker’s scions, and honour was blent with their might. + 

Thither they journeyed from Pylos and Tainarus’ foreland-height. + 

Perfected so is the glory that thou, Euphemus, hast found, + 

And thine, Periklymenus, peerless in prowess far-renowned. + 

And, sped by Apollo thither, the master of harp-strings came, + 

The father of song, even Orpheus of unforgotten fame. + 