Chapter_152

8 0 00

To bring to him the spirit-taming gold.

The seer bade haste that vision to obey;

To the Wide-ruler who doth earth enfold

The bull, the mighty-footed beast, to slay;

And then to rear to Pallas chariot-reining

An altar. Ah, by power of Gods is brought

To pass a thing transcending prayers’ attaining,

Transcending all hope⁠—effortlessly wrought!

So was it now; for strong Bellerophon

With haste impetuous hied him forth to quell

That winged steed⁠—lo, the victory was won

When touched his jaws the fury-stilling spell!