“Why should thy son, O Juno, wreak on me His fury, more than on the other gods? My fault is less than theirs who give their aid To Troy; and I will cease, if thou command. Bid him desist, and here I pledge my oath Not to attempt to save the Trojan race From ruin, though their city sink in flames Before the torches of the warlike Greeks.”

This when the white-armed goddess Juno heard, She said to Vulcan, her beloved son:⁠—

“Dear son, refrain; it is not well that thus A god should suffer for the sake of men.”

She spake, and Vulcan quenched his dreadful fires, And back the pleasant waters to their bed Went gliding. Xanthus had been made to yield, And the two combatants no longer strove Since Juno, though offended, bade them cease,