The Argonautica

Thynias, and worn by grievous labor went ashore.

Leto's bright son, ascending from the land of Lycia,

bound far for the distant, endless Hyperborean nation,

and now appeared; gold curls hung clustered down each cheek,

streaming like grapes in hanging clusters as Phoebus strode;

his left hand wielded a silver bow, while round his back

a quiver hung down from his shoulder; beneath his feet

the whole isle shook; waves surged ashore.

Helpless amazement seized the watching heroes' minds;

none dared meet the lovely gaze of the god.

They stood with heads bowed downward to the ground; meanwhile

far off he crossed toward the sea through air. At last

Orpheus disclosed this counsel to the gathered chiefs:

“Come, let us proclaim this isle the sacred island

of Dawn-Apollo, whose bright form appeared to all

passing at daybreak. Then we'll offer what we have,

raising a coastal altar; if, in years ahead,

Apollo grants safe return to Haemonian land,

then we shall pile horned goats' thigh-bones on his altar.

For now I urge you: soothe Phoebus only with burnt savor

and libations. Gracious lord, appear with grace and favor.”

Orpheus spoke; at once the heroes fashioned the altar

of hand-sized stones; some ranged around the island, seeking

to catch a glimpse of any fawn or wild goat nearby,