Metamorphoses

Ovid

Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.

  1. So from the land of Pallas went the God,
  2. his great revenge accomplished on the head
  3. of impious Aglauros; and he soared
  4. on waving wings into the opened skies:
  5. and there his father called him to his side,
  6. and said,—with words to hide his passion;—Son,—
  7. thou faithful minister of my commands.—
  8. let naught delay thee—swiftly take the way,
  9. accustomed, to the land of Sidon (which
  10. adores thy mother's star upon the left)
  11. when there, drive over to the sounding shore
  12. that royal herd, which far away is fed
  13. on mountain grass.—
  14. he spoke, and instantly
  15. the herd was driven from the mountain side;
  16. then headed for the shore, as Jove desired,—
  17. to where the great king's daughter often went
  18. in play, attended by the maids of Tyre.—
  19. can love abide the majesty of kings?
  20. Love cannot always dwell upon a throne.—
  21. Jove laid aside his glorious dignity,
  22. for he assumed the semblance of a bull
  23. and mingled with the bullocks in the groves,
  24. his colour white as virgin snow, untrod,
  25. unmelted by the watery Southern Wind.
  26. His neck was thick with muscles, dewlaps hung
  27. between his shoulders; and his polished horns,
  28. so small and beautifully set, appeared
  29. the artifice of man; fashioned as fair
  30. and more transparent than a lucent gem.
  31. His forehead was not lowered for attack,
  32. nor was there fury in his open eyes;
  33. the love of peace was in his countenance.
  34. When she beheld his beauty and mild eyes,
  35. the daughter of Agenor was amazed;
  36. but, daring not to touch him, stood apart
  37. until her virgin fears were quieted;
  38. then, near him, fragrant flowers in her hand
  39. she offered,—tempting, to his gentle mouth:
  40. and then the loving god in his great joy
  41. kissed her sweet hands, and could not wait her will.
  42. Jove then began to frisk upon the grass,
  43. or laid his snow-white side on the smooth sand,
  44. yellow and golden. As her courage grew
  45. he gave his breast one moment for caress,
  46. or bent his head for garlands newly made,
  47. wreathed for his polished horns.
  48. The royal maid,
  49. unwitting what she did, at length sat down
  50. upon the bull's broad back. Then by degrees
  51. the god moved from the land and from the shore,
  52. and placed his feet, that seemed but shining hoofs,
  53. in shallow water by the sandy merge;
  54. and not a moment resting bore her thence,
  55. across the surface of the Middle Sea,
  56. while she affrighted gazed upon the shore—
  57. so fast receding. And she held his horn
  58. with her right hand, and, steadied by the left,
  59. held on his ample back—and in the breeze
  60. her waving garments fluttered as they went.