With passionate longing for love’s fruit they sought her,
This mortal Hebe of the Golden Crown.
Howbeit a marriage of more high renown
Her father purposed for his princess-daughter.
For he had heard how Danaus meditated
At Argos how should spousal-rites be won
For eight-and-forty daughters yet unmated,
Ere their life’s noontide should have come and gone,
And how he compassed this with no delaying.
For at the limits of the lists arraying
The throng of suitors of the maidens sweet,
He bade them by contention of swift feet
Decide which several daughter should be given
To each whose feet had for the guerdon striven.