First Anaphe, then proud Astypalaea gains, By presents that, and this by threats, obtains: Low Mycone; Cymolus, chalky soil; Tall Cythnos; Scyros; flat Seriphos’ isle; Paros, with marble cliffs afar display’d; Impregnable Sithonia, yet betray’d To a weak foe, by a gold-admiring maid, Who, changed into a daw of sable hue, Still hoards up gold, and hides it from the view.

But as these islands cheerfully combine, Others refuse to embark in his design. Now leftward, with an easy, sail, he bore, And prosperous passage, to Oenopia’s shore; Oenopia once, but now Aegina call’d, And with his royal mother’s name install’d By Aeacus, under whose reign did spring The Myrmidons, and now their reigning king.

Down to the port, amid the rabble, run The princes of the blood; with Telamon, Peleus, the next, and Phocus, the third son. Then Aeacus, although oppress’d with years, To ask the cause of their approach appears.