Latona's glorious Son began:—'I pray

Tell, ancient hedger of Onchestus green,

Whether a drove of kine has passed this way,

All heifers with crooked horns? for they have been

Stolen from the herd in high Pieria,

Where a black bull was fed apart, between

Two woody mountains in a neighbouring glen,

And four fierce dogs watched there, unanimous as men.

#cattle theft #greek mythology #mythic quest #pastoral #percy bysshe shelley

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