all thy flocks. And after thou hast duly offered prayer To all the illustrious nations of the dead, Then sacrifice a ram and a black ewe, Their faces turned toward Erebus, but thine The other way and toward the river streams. Thither the souls of those who died will flock In multitudes. Then call thy friends, and give Command to flay in haste the sheep that lie Slain by the cruel brass, and, burning there The carcasses, pay worship to the gods— The powerful Pluto and dread Proserpine. Draw then the sword upon thy thigh, and sit, And suffer none of all those airy forms To touch the blood until thou first bespeak Tiresias. He will come, and speedily— The leader of the people—and will tell What voyage thou must make, what length of way Thou yet must measure, and will show thee how Thou mayst return across the fishy deep.’
“She spake; and while she spake the Morn looked forth Upon her golden throne. The Nymph bestowed On me a cloak and tunic, and arrayed Herself in a white robe with ample folds— A delicate web and graceful. Round her loins She clasped a shining zone of gold, and hung A veil upon her forehead. Forth I went Throughout the palace and aroused my friends, And thus I said in cheerful tones to each:—