the white-armed goddess willingly Obeyed him, and from Ida’s summit flew To high Olympus. As the thought of man Flies rapidly, when, having travelled far, He thinks, “Here would I be, I would be there,” And flits from place to place, so swiftly flew Imperial Juno to the Olympian mount, And there she found the ever-living gods Assembled in the halls of Jupiter. These, as they saw her, starting from their seats, Reached forth their cups to greet her. All the rest She overlooked, and took the beaker held By blooming Themis, who in haste had run To meet her, and in wingèd accents said:—
“Why comest thou, O Juno! with the look Of one o’ercome with fear. Hath Saturn’s son, Thy lord, disquieted thy soul with threats?”
The white-armed goddess Juno answered her:— “Ask me not, heavenly Themis—thou dost know The cruel, arrogant temper that is his— But sit presiding at the common feast, In this fair palace of the gods, and thou And all in heaven shall hear what evils Jove Has threatened. All, I think, will not rejoice To hear the tidings, be they gods or men, Though some contentedly are feasting now.”