As thus he spake, the son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One’s immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount Olympus trembled. Then they parted, she Plunging from bright Olympus to the deep, And Jove returning to his palace home; Where all the gods, uprising from their thrones, At sight of the Great Father, waited not For his approach, but met him as he came.

And now upon his throne the Godhead took His seat, but Juno knew⁠—for she had seen⁠— That Thetis of the silver feet, and child Of the gray Ancient of the Deep, had held Close council with her consort. Therefore she Bespake the son of Saturn harshly, thus:⁠—

“O crafty one, with whom, among the gods, Plottest thou now? Thus hath it ever been Thy pleasure to devise, apart from me, Thy plans in secret; never willingly Dost thou reveal to me thy purposes.”