He possesseth it. Sire of the sun-arrows gleaming,
The breath of whose steeds is a flame outstreaming.
With Rhodos the Isle-nymph there he lay:
Seven sons he begat, who in years forgotten
Were wisest of men; and of one were begotten
Ialysus, Lindus, Kameirus; and they
Of their father’s land made threefold division,
Neither any transgressed that righteous partition;
And after them named be their homes to this day.