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While Zeus as yet was a child, while yet as a child he thought,

And dwelt in the cave Dictaean, while yet the time was not

When the Earth-born Cyclops the thunderbolt’s strength to his hands should give,{510}

Even thunder and lightning: by these doth Zeus his glory receive.

Low murmured the lyre, and slept, and the voice divine was still:

But moveless the heads of them all are bending forward, and thrill

Their eager-listening ears, through the hush as they strain, in thrall

To the spell; such wondrous glamour the song hath cast over all.

And a little thereafter they mingled, even as is meet and right,

The wine, and poured on the tongues where the altar-fires blazed bright.

Then turned they to sleep, and around them were folded the wings of the night.

But when radiant Dawn with her flashing eyes on the steeps looked down

Of Pelion’s crests, and, washed by the wind, the forelands that frown{520}

Over the tossing sea rose sharp and clear to view,

Then Tiphys awoke, and he hasted the Argo’s hero-crew