perished, he alone escaped with life. And how he reached Ogygia’s isle, he told, And met the nymph Calypso, who desired That he would be her husband, and long time Detained and fed him in her vaulted grot, And promised that he ne’er should die, nor know Decay of age, through all the days to come; Yet moved she not the purpose of his heart. And how he next through many hardships came To the Phaeacians, and they welcomed him And honored him as if he were a god, And to his native country in a barque Sent him with ample gifts of brass and gold And raiment. As he uttered this last word, Sleep softly overcame him; all his limbs Lay loose in rest, and all his cares were calmed.
The blue-eyed Pallas had yet new designs; And when she deemed Ulysses was refreshed With rest and sleep, in that accustomed bed, She called the Morning, daughter of the Dawn, To rise from ocean in her car of gold, And shed her light on men. Ulysses rose From his soft couch, and thus enjoined his spouse:—
“O wife! enough of misery have we borne Already—thou in weeping for my long Unhappy absence—I for years withheld By Jupiter and all the