Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.
- Then, recollecting how the Trojans had
- derived their origin from Teucer's race,
- they sailed to Crete but there could not endure
- ills sent by Jove, and, having left behind
- the hundred cities, they desired to reach
- the western harbors of the Ausonian land.
- Wintry seas then tossed the heroic band,
- and in a treacherous harbor of those isles,
- called Strophades, Aello frightened them.
- They passed Dulichium's port, and Ithaca,
- Samos, and all the homes of Neritos,—
- the kingdom of the shrewd deceitful man,
- Ulysses; and they reached Ambracia,
- contended for by those disputing gods;
- which is today renowned abroad, because
- of Actian Apollo, and the stone
- seen there conspicuous as a transformed judge;
- they saw Dodona, vocal with its oaks;
- and also, the well known Chaonian bays,
- where sons of the Molossian king escaped
- with wings attached, from unavailing flames.
- They set their sails then for the neighboring land
- of the Phaeacians, rich with luscious fruit:
- then for Epirus and to Buthrotos,
- and came then to a mimic town of Troy,
- ruled by the Phrygian seer. With prophecies
- which Helenus, the son of Priam, gave,
- they came to Sicily, whose three high capes
- jut outward in the sea. Of these three points
- Pachynos faces towards the showery south;
- and Lilybaeum is exposed to soft
- delicious zephyrs; but Peloros looks
- out towards the Bears which never touch the sea.
- The Trojans came there. Favored by the tide,
- and active oars, by nightfall all the fleet
- arrived together on Zanclaean sands.
- Scylla upon the right infests the shore,
- Charybdis, restless on the left, destroys.
- Charybdis swallows and then vomits forth
- misfortuned ships that she has taken down;
- Scylla's dark waist is girt with savage dogs.
- She has a maiden's face, and, if we may believe
- what poets tell, she was in olden time
- a maiden. Many suitors courted her,
- but she repulsed them; and, because she was
- so much beloved by all the Nereids,
- she sought these nymphs and used to tell
- how she escaped from the love-stricken youths.
- But Galatea, while her loosened locks
- were being combed, said to her visitor,—
- “Truly, O maiden, a gentle race of men
- courts you, and so you can, and do, refuse
- all with impunity. But I, whose sire
- is Nereus, whom the azure Doris bore,
- though guarded by so many sister nymphs,
- escaped the Cyclops' love with tragic loss.”
- And, sobbing, she was choked with tears.
- When with her fingers, marble white and smooth,
- Scylla had wiped away the rising tears
- of sorrow and had comforted the nymph,
- she said, “Tell me, dear goddess, and do not
- conceal from me (for I am true to you)
- the cause of your great sorrows.” And the nymph,
- daughter of Nereus, thus replied to her:—