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That sire who sorely suffered by the spring

Where he would fain bind snake-haired Gorgon’s son

Pegasus. Dreaming, he saw Pallas bring

The bridle that with golden frontlet shone:⁠—

And lo, ’twas no dream! “Aiolid prince, awake thee!”

She cried⁠—“Receive this spell to charm yon steed.

To thine horse-taming Sire with this betake thee;

There let a white bull on his altar bleed.”