LV

And from the folded depths of the great Hill,

While Hermes and Apollo reverent stood

Before Jove's throne, the indestructible

Immortals rushed in mighty multitude;

And whilst their seats in order due they fill,

The lofty Thunderer in a careless mood

To Phoebus said:—'Whence drive you this sweet prey,

This herald-baby, born but yesterday?—