But thee unto Oenopia’s isle he bore, and couched with thee.
And there unto the Thunder-crashing Father didst thou bear
A godlike scion, Aiakus, of men most righteous he;
Yea, even to the Gods in Heaven contention’s arbiter
Was he. His hero-sons and children’s children war-delighting
With peerless valour met the clanging bronze of warriors fighting;
And self-controlled they ruled their spirit, even as wisdom taught them.
Now when the Gods in council met, of all this they bethought them,
When Zeus with glory-girt Poseidon in contention strove
For Thetis’ hand; for either God was captive of her love,
And fain would win the fairest; but impossible it was
That Heaven’s eternal counsels should bring such a thing to pass