"O AEolus, for Jove, of human kind And Gods the sovran Sire, hath given to thee To lull the waves and lift them with the wind, A hateful people, enemies to me, Their ships are steering o'er the Tuscan sea, Bearing their Troy and vanquished gods away To Italy.

Go, set the storm-winds free, And sink their ships or scatter them astray, And strew their corpses forth, to weltering waves a prey.
XI.

"Twice seven nymphs have I, beautiful to see; One, Deiopeia, fairest of the fair, In lasting wedlock will I link to thee, Thy life-long years for such deserts to share, And make thee parent of an offspring fair."-- "Speak, Queen," he answered, "to obey is mine.
To thee I owe this sceptre and whate'er Of realm is here; thou makest Jove benign, Thou giv'st to rule the storms and sit at feasts divine." XII.

So spake the God and with her hest complied, And turned the massive sceptre in his hand And pushed the hollow mountain on its side.
Out rushed the winds, like soldiers in a band, In wedged array, and, whirling, scour the land.
East, West and squally South-west, with a roar, Swoop down on Ocean, and the surf and sand Mix in dark eddies, and the watery floor Heave from its depths, and roll huge billows to the shore.
XIII.

Then come the creak of cables and the cries Of seamen.