“Adrift on the heaving outsea: yet laid I once and again
My charge to watch it safely on our helpers the serving-men:
But ah, they forgat! So on Thera’s isle the unperishing seed
Of Libya the wide is upwashen before the time decreed.
For if only Euphemus, the scion of Poseidon the chariot-lord—
Whom Europa Tityos’ daughter bare on the margent-sward
Of Kephisus—to Tainarus speeding, there in the homeland had hurled
That clod through the chasm-portals of Hades’ underworld,