“When in days to come he descendeth into the sanctuary
At Pytho, bidding him carry a host of men oversea
To Kronion’s fertile precinct that lieth beside the Nile.”
Even such was the chant prophetic that Medea uttered, the while
Moveless sitting in silence the heroes bowed the head,
And hearkened the counsel of wisdom that breathed in the words that she said.
Blest scion of Polymnestus, of no man save of thee
The oracle told that glory by the voice of the Delphic Bee
With utterance unprompted; and “All hail!” thrice she cried,
And proclaimed thee the destined ruler of Kyrene’s kingdom wide,