Each other fearfully. The Aetolians fought To save the pleasant town of Calydon, And the Curetes warred to lay it waste. Diana of the golden throne had caused The war, displeased with Oeneus, who withheld From her the first-fruits of his fertile field: While hecatombs were burnt in sacrifice To feast the other gods, to her alone⁠— Daughter of Jove⁠—no offering was brought; For either he forgot, or thought the rite Of little moment; but he greatly erred. And now the child of Jove, the archer-queen, Incensed, sent forth against him from the wood A white-tusked wild boar, which upon his lands Entered, and ravaged them, and brought to earth Many tall trees: tree after tree they fell, With roots uptorn, and all the blossoms on, That promised fruit. Him Meleager, son Of Oeneus, slew, with many hunters called From neighboring cities, bringing many hounds. A few could not subdue him: he had made Many already mount the funeral pile. Diana kindled round the boar a strife For the beast’s head and bristly hide⁠—a war