Old Tethys trembles in her depths below

Lest headlong down upon her I should go.”

101

“Steep is the path at first: the steeds, though strong, Fresh from their rest, can hardly crawl along; The middle part lies through the topmost sky, Whence oft, as I the earth and sea descry, I shudder, terrors through my bosom thrill. The ending of the path is sheer down hill, And needs the careful guidance of the rein, Forever when I sink beneath the main, Old Tethys trembles in her depths below Lest headlong down upon her I should go.” 101