Entering his tent, Achilles raised the lid Of a fair coffer, beautifully wrought, Which silver-footed Thetis placed on board His barque, and filled with tunics, cloaks well lined, And fleecy carpets. There he also kept A goblet richly chased, from which no lip Of man, save his, might drink the dark red wine, Nor wine be poured to any god save Jove, The mighty Father. This he took in hand And purified with sulphur first, and then Rinsed with clear water. Next, with washen hands, He drew the dark red wine, and stood without, In the open space, and, pouring out the wine, Prayed with his eyes turned heavenward, not unheard By Jupiter, who wields the thunderbolt.