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4 Before them they would whirl like sand,

And through the void air sweep.

But the great Sire, with prescient fear,

Had whelmed them deep in dungeon drear,

And o'er the struggling captives thrown

Huge masses of primeval stone,

Ruled by a monarch who might know

To curb them or to let them go:

Whom now as suppliant at his knees

Juno bespoke in words like these.

'O Æolus! since the Sire of all

Has made the wind obey thy call

To raise or lay the foam,

A race I hate now ploughs the sea,

Transporting Troy to Italy

And home-gods reft of home:

Lash thou thy winds, their ships submerge,

Or toss them weltering o'er the surge.

Twice seven bright nymphs attend on me,

The fairest of them Deiope:

Her will I give thee for thine own,

The partner of thy heart and throne,

With thee to pass unending days

And goodly children round thee raise.'

The God replies: 'O Queen, 'tis thine

To weigh thy will, to do it mine.

Thou givest me this poor kingdom, thou

Hast smoothed for me the Thunderer's brow;

Givest me to share the Olympian board,

And o'er the tempests makest me lord.'

He said, and with his spear struck wide

The portals in the mountain side:

At once, like soldiers in a band,

Forth rush the winds, and scour the land: