Heracles lifted his voice, and he spake as speaketh a seer:
“Lo, thou shalt have the son thou desirest, Telamon;
And after the name of the bird that thou sawest but now appear,
So shalt thou name him, Aias, a world-famed mighty one,
In the battle-toils of thy people a warrior deadly strong.”
So spake he, and sat him down. But for me it were all too long
Of all their achievements to tell. I came, O Queen of Song,
For Phylakidas, Pytheas, Euthymenes, the march to array
Of the triumph-procession, and brief, after Argive wont, be the lay.