here, Lest others come and seize them as a spoil. Nay, these Phaeacian chiefs and counsellors Were not, in all things, either wise or just. They gave their word to land me on the coast Of pleasant Ithaca, and have not kept Their promise. O, may Jove avenge this wrong! He who protects the suppliant, who beholds All men with equal eye, and punishes The guilty. Now will I review my stores And number them again, that I may see If those who left me here have taken aught.”
Thus having said, he numbered all his gifts— Beautiful tripods, cauldrons, works of gold, And gorgeous woven raiment; none of these Were wanting. Then he pined to see again His native isle, and slowly paced the beach Of the loud sea, lamenting bitterly. There Pallas came to meet him in the shape Of a young shepherd, delicately formed, As are the sons of kings. A mantle lay Upon her shoulder in rich folds; her feet Shone in their sandals: in her hand she bore A javelin. As Ulysses saw, his heart Was glad within him, and he hastened on, And thus accosted her with winged words:—
“Fair youth, who art the first whom I have met Upon this shore,