Too long for me is the wheel-rutted track, for the sands run low + 

Of time; moreover a certain short bypath I know + 

Who am leader in song unto many. The serpent lurid-eyed, + 

Iridescent-scaled, by the magic spells of the hero died⁠— + 

O Arkesilas;⁠—and aided of Medea, he stole her, and fled + 

With her who was Pelias’ death-snare. Through Ocean’s deeps they sped + 

And the Red Sea; thence to the husband-slayers in Lemnos they came. + 

There strove they for guerdons of raiment in many an athlete-game, + 