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Even Cheiron, Philyra’s son, and plashed the surf-wash hoar

On his feet, as his broad hand waving many a farewell sent,

And he shouted, ‘Good speed, and a sorrowless home-return!’ as they went.

And there was his wife, with Peleus’ babe in her arms held high,

Achilles, waving a greeting as sped his sire thereby.

So when they had rounded the headland, and left the haven behind

By the cunning and wisdom of Hagnias’ son the prudent of mind,—{560}

Even of Tiphys, who swayed in the master-craftsman’s grip

The helm smooth-shaven, to guide unswerving the course of the ship,—

Then set they up in the centre-block the towering mast,

And on either hand strained taut the stays, and they lashed them fast;

And the sail they unfurled therefrom, from the yard-arm spreading it wide.

And a breeze shrill-piping upsprang, and the sheets upon either side

O’er the polished pins on the deck then cast they in order meet;

And past the long Tisaian ness did they restfully fleet.

And Orpheus, in song whose rhythmical cadence kept time to the lyre,