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Of the Lord of the Trident gleaming splendid,

Whose soul was with love for thy youth overcome,

Bare thee, as up through the blue ye ascended,

To imperial Zeus’s glory-home,

Whither also came in the after-day

Ganymedes ravished from earth away

In halls celestial the nectar to pour.

But when viewless thus from the earth they had caught thee,

Nor the questers that far and near had sought thee

To the arms of thy mother could thee restore,

Then spake some neighbour in envious spite

A whispered slander of sin and shame,

How that over the boiling water’s might

Which hissed in the bronze that bestrode the flame

Did they carve thy flesh with the knife, and seethe it,

And served at the feast, and⁠—dare lips breathe it?⁠—

That the God-guests ate of the same!