But now when her kinsmen had laid the maid
In the midst of the pinewood walls of the pyre,
And when round about her upleaping played
The splendour-light of the Lord of Fire,
Spake Apollo: “I will not by death so dire
Endure that mine own son also should die
In the flames wherein doth his mother lie!”
He spake, and at one stride stood thereby,
And he caught up the child from the corse, and sprang
The flames asunder. That babe he brought
To Magnesia’s Centaur, by him to be taught
To heal each mortal malady’s pang.