He spake; 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?”