The Argonautica

I do not expect Colchian tribes to rescue Aeetes.

So they addressed one another, exchanging speech for speech,

At last, replete again with supper, they lay sleeping.

At dawn, when they rose, a soft favoring breeze was blowing;

They raised the sails; beneath the wind's great driving gust

canvas stretched taut; they sped beyond Ares' island.

As night came over them, they passed by Philyra's island;

there Cronus, son of Uranus, met Philyra,

when Cronus still reigned as lord of Titans on Olympus,

while Zeus still grew in a Cretan cave among Ida's Curetes;

Cronus deceived Rhea and shared Philyra's bed;

the goddess caught them; Cronus sprang up from the bed,

rushed off in shape resembling a horse with flowing mane;

while she, ashamed, abandoned that place and those haunts;

Philyra, Ocean's daughter, reached the long Pelasgian mountains,

where she bore giant Chiron, in one part like a horse,

in one part like a god, born from a shape-changed sire.

Thence past Macrones and the vast lands of Becheiri

they sailed, then passed Sapeires, proud, overbearing people,

and Byzeres beyond; for always straight ahead they cut

with eager speed, borne onward by the warm breeze.

And as they journeyed, Pontus' innermost reach opened wide.

Caucasus' rugged crags rose towering into their view,

sheer and high; there, twisting his limbs about rough rocks,