I were fain⁠—if my tongue might breathe the prayer + 

Which on all lips trembles⁠—that Philyra’s son, + 

That yet alive old Cheiron were + 

Who perished from earth, ah, long agone, + 

Even heaven-born Kronos’ seed, who of yore + 

A sceptre of wide dominion bore⁠— + 

That now in the glens of Pelion + 

That man-brute reigned in the woods once more + 

Who was gracious-hearted to men when of old + 

He dwelt in the shadowy forest-land + 

Where he fostered Asklepius kindly-souled, + 

The lord of leechcraft, whose healing hand + 

From the limbs of the stricken banished pain + 

With salves by the which each malady’s bane + 

From their frames was banned. + 