And for thee, base king, Titan shall pierce thy caverns with his rays And sudden day shall smite thee.

Do ye hear?
Or shall I summon to mine aid that god At whose dread name earth trembles; who can look Unflinching on the Gorgon's head, and drive The Furies with his scourge, who holds the depths Ye cannot fathom, and above whose haunts Ye dwell supernal; who by waves of Styx Forswears himself unpunished ?" Then the blood Grew warm and liquid, and with softening touch Cherished the stiffened wounds and filled the veins, Till throbbed once more the slow returning pulse And every fibre trembled, as with death Life was commingled.

Then, not limb by limb, With toil and strain, but rising at a bound Leaped from the earth erect the living man.
Fierce glared his eyes uncovered, and the life Was dim, and still upon his face remained The pallid hues of hardly parted death.
Amazement seized upon him, to the earth Brought back again: but from his lips tight drawn No murmur issued; he had power alone When questioned to reply.

"Speak," quoth the hag, "As I shall bid thee; great shall be thy gain If but thou answerest truly, freed for aye From all Haemonian art.

Such burial place Shall now be thine, and on thy funeral pyre Such fatal woods shall burn, such chant shall sound, That to thy ghost no more or magic song Or spell shall reach, and thy Lethaean sleep Shall never more be broken in a death From me received anew: for such reward Think not this second life enforced in vain.
Obscure may be the answers of the gods By priestess spoken at the holy shrine; But whose braves the oracles of death In search of truth, should gain a sure response.
Then speak, I pray thee.