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.”