The citadel’s high turrets pierce the sky, Which home-bound vessels glad, from far descry; This they ascend, and thence with sorrow ken The mangled heifers lie, and bleeding men; The inexorable ravager they view, With blood discolour’d, still the rest pursue: There, Peleus pray’d submissive towards the sea, And deprecates the ire of injured Psamathe. But deaf to all his prayers the nymph remain’d, Till Thetis for her spouse the boon obtain’d. Pleased with the luxury, the furious beast, Unstopp’d, continues still his bloody feast: While yet upon a sturdy bull he flew, Changed by the nymph, a marble block he grew. No longer dreadful now the wolf appears, Buried in stone, and vanish’d like their fears. Yet still the fates unhappy Peleus vex’d, To the Magnesian shore he wanders next. Acastus there, who ruled the peaceful clime, Grants his request, and expiates his crime.