But swear her first by those dread oaths that tie

The powers below, the blessed in the sky;

Lest to thee naked secret fraud be meant,

Or magic bind thee cold and impotent.’


“Thus while he spoke, the sovereign plant he drew

Where on the all-bearing earth unmark’d it grew,

And show’d its nature and its wondrous power:

Black was the root, but milky white the flower;

Moly the name, to mortals hard to find,

But all is easy to the ethereal kind.

This Hermes gave, then, gliding off the glade,

Shot to Olympus from the woodland shade.

While, full of thought, revolving fates to come,

I speed my passage to the enchanted dome.

Arrived, before the lofty gates I stay’d;

The lofty gates the goddess wide display’d;

She leads before, and to the feast invites;

I follow sadly to the magic rites.

Radiant with starry studs, a silver seat

Received my limbs: a footstool eased my feet,

She mix’d the potion, fraudulent of soul;

The poison mantled in the golden bowl.

I took, and quaff’d it, confident in heaven.

Then waved the wand, and then the word was given.

‘Hence to thy fellows! (dreadful she began:)

Go, be a beast!’—I heard, and yet was man.


“Then, sudden whirling, like a waving flame,

My beamy falchion, I assault the dame.

Struck with unusual fear, she trembling cries,

She faints, she falls; she lifts her weeping eyes.


“‘What art thou? say! from whence, from whom you came?

O more than human! tell thy race, thy name.

Amazing strength, these poisons to sustain!

Not mortal thou, nor mortal is thy brain.

Or art thou he, the man to come (foretold

By Hermes, powerful with the wand of gold),

The man from Troy, who wander’d ocean round;

The man for wisdom’s various arts renown’d,

Ulysses? Oh! thy threatening fury cease;

Sheathe thy bright sword, and join our hands in peace!

Let mutual joys our mutual trust combine,

And love, and love-born confidence, be thine.’


“‘And how, dread Circe! (furious I rejoin)