These all together uplifted their hands, and for that boon made supplication.
I shrink with shame from telling the awful deed unrighteously dared,
And the doom from Oenone that drave them forth to be men without a nation,
And how from the far-famed island-home those mighty heroes fared.
I refrain: not every perfect truth its face should prudently show,
And how to be silent is oft the wisest thing that a man may know.