“There shall she bear the son whom thou hast given,
Whom glorious Hermes in his hour of birth
Shall from his mother take, and bear to Earth
And to the Hours, the splendour-throned in Heaven.
And while upon their knees thy child is lying
Soft-cradled, these between his lips shall pour
Ambrosia and nectar; so undying,
Even as a God, shall he be evermore,
As Zeus, as holy Apollo: sweetest, dearest
To all his friends, to their hearts ever nearest.
Nomeus, ‘flock-warder,’ Agreus, these shall name
Thy son, as Aristaius those acclaim.”
His words spurred on the God’s heart passion-thrilling
To bring to pass the bridal’s sweet fulfilling.