Phintis, thy mighty mule-team harness straightway,
That we may speed along a clear highway
The car, that I may reach the ancestral gateway
Whence came his race. None know so well as they
To find the track, who at Olympia won
Crowns: wherefore unto them it well beseemeth
That wide the doors of song should now be thrown.
For Pitane-ward, to where Eurotas gleameth
Must I in season due this day begone.