But since in the place where they gathered the Sun-god was not,
None for that stainless Divine One had drawn a lot;
And so, when he spake of it, Zeus was minded again
To cast the lots; but Helios would not: he said
That he saw deep under the face of the hoary main
A land upgrowing fast from its rocky bed,
A land that for myriad dwellers should bring forth bread,
Should rejoice in its sheep-flocks whitening hill and plain.