BOOK XII

ARGUMENT

Ulysses, pursuing his narrative, relates his return from the shades to

Circe's island, the precautions given him by that Goddess, his escape

from the Sirens, and from Scylla and Charybdis; his arrival in Sicily,

where his companions, having slain and eaten the oxen of the Sun, are

afterward shipwrecked and lost; and concludes the whole with an account

of his arrival, alone, on the mast of his vessel, at the island of

Calypso.

And now, borne seaward from the river-stream

Of the Oceanus, we plow'd again

The spacious Deep, and reach'd th' Ææan isle,

Where, daughter of the dawn, Aurora takes

Her choral sports, and whence the sun ascends.

We, there arriving, thrust our bark aground

On the smooth beach, then landed, and on shore

Reposed, expectant of the sacred dawn.

But soon as day-spring's daughter rosy-palm'd

Look'd forth again, sending my friends before, 10

I bade them bring Elpenor's body down

From the abode of Circe to the beach.

Then, on the utmost headland of the coast

We timber fell'd, and, sorrowing o'er the dead,

His fun'ral rites water'd with tears profuse.

The dead consumed, and with the dead his arms,

We heap'd his tomb, and the sepulchral post

Erecting, fix'd his shapely oar aloft.

Thus, punctual, we perform'd; nor our return

From Ades knew not Circe, but attired 20

In haste, ere long arrived, with whom appear'd

Her female train with plenteous viands charged,

And bright wine rosy-red. Amidst us all

Standing, the beauteous Goddess thus began.

Ah miserable! who have sought the shades

Alive! while others of the human race

Die only once, appointed twice to die!

Come--take ye food; drink wine; and on the shore

All day regale, for ye shall hence again

At day-spring o'er the Deep; but I will mark 30

Myself your future course, nor uninform'd

Leave you in aught, lest, through some dire mistake,

By sea or land new mis'ries ye incur.

The Goddess spake, whose invitation kind

We glad accepted; thus we feasting sat

Till set of sun, and quaffing richest wine;

But when the sun went down and darkness fell,

My crew beside the hawsers slept, while me

The Goddess by the hand leading apart,

First bade me sit, then, seated opposite, 40

Enquired, minute, of all that I had seen,

And I, from first to last, recounted all.

Then, thus the awful Goddess in return.

Thus far thy toils are finish'd. Now attend!

Mark well my words, of which the Gods will sure

Themselves remind thee in the needful hour.

First shalt thou reach the Sirens; they the hearts

Enchant of all who on their coast arrive.

The wretch, who unforewarn'd approaching, hears

The Sirens' voice, his wife and little-ones 50

Ne'er fly to gratulate his glad return,

But him the Sirens sitting in the meads

Charm with mellifluous song, while all around

The bones accumulated lie of men

Now putrid, and the skins mould'ring away.

But, pass them thou, and, lest thy people hear

Those warblings, ere thou yet approach, fill all

Their ears with wax moulded between thy palms;

But as for thee--thou hear them if thou wilt.

Yet let thy people bind thee to the mast 60

Erect, encompassing thy feet and arms

With cordage well-secured to the mast-foot,

So shalt thou, raptur'd, hear the Sirens' song.

But if thou supplicate to be released,

Or give such order, then, with added cords

Let thy companions bind thee still the more.

When thus thy people shall have safely pass'd

The Sirens by, think not from me to learn

What course thou next shalt steer; two will occur;

Delib'rate chuse; I shall describe them both. 70

Here vaulted rocks impend, dash'd by the waves

Immense of Amphitrite azure-eyed;

The blessed Gods those rocks, Erratic, call.

Birds cannot pass them safe; no, not the doves

Which his ambrosia bear to Father Jove,

But even of those doves the slipp'ry rock

Proves fatal still to one, for which the God

Supplies another, lest the number fail.

No ship, what ship soever there arrives,

Escapes them, but both mariners and planks 80

Whelm'd under billows of the Deep, or, caught

By fiery tempests, sudden disappear.

Those rocks the billow-cleaving bark alone

The Argo, further'd by the vows of all,

Pass'd safely, sailing from Ææta's isle;

Nor she had pass'd, but surely dash'd had been

On those huge rocks, but that, propitious still

To Jason, Juno sped her safe along.

These rocks are two; one lifts his summit sharp

High as the spacious heav'ns, wrapt in dun clouds 90

Perpetual, which nor autumn sees dispers'd

Nor summer, for the sun shines never there;

No mortal man might climb it or descend,

Though twice ten hands and twice ten feet he own'd,

For it is levigated as by art.

Down scoop'd to Erebus, a cavern drear

Yawns in the centre of its western side;

Pass it, renown'd Ulysses! but aloof

So far, that a keen arrow smartly sent

Forth from thy bark should fail to reach the cave. 100

There Scylla dwells, and thence her howl is heard

Tremendous; shrill her voice is as the note

Of hound new-whelp'd, but hideous her aspect,

Such as no mortal man, nor ev'n a God

Encount'ring her, should with delight survey.

Her feet are twelve, all fore-feet; six her necks

Of hideous length, each clubb'd into a head

Terrific, and each head with fangs is arm'd

In triple row, thick planted, stored with death.

Plunged to her middle in the hollow den 110

She lurks, protruding from the black abyss

Her heads, with which the rav'ning monster dives

In quest of dolphins, dog-fish, or of prey

More bulky, such as in the roaring gulphs

Of Amphitrite without end abounds.

It is no seaman's boast that e'er he slipp'd

Her cavern by, unharm'd. In ev'ry mouth

She bears upcaught a mariner away.

The other rock, Ulysses, thou shalt find

Humbler, a bow-shot only from the first; 120

On this a wild fig grows broad-leav'd, and here

Charybdis dire ingulphs the sable flood.

Each day she thrice disgorges, and each day

Thrice swallows it. Ah! well forewarn'd, beware

What time she swallows, that thou come not nigh,

For not himself, Neptune, could snatch thee thence.

Close passing Scylla's rock, shoot swift thy bark

Beyond it, since the loss of six alone

Is better far than shipwreck made of all.

So Circe spake, to whom I thus replied. 130

Tell me, O Goddess, next, and tell me true!

If, chance, from fell Charybdis I escape,

May I not also save from Scylla's force

My people; should the monster threaten them?

I said, and quick the Goddess in return.

Unhappy! can exploits and toils of war

Still please thee? yield'st not to the Gods themselves?

She is no mortal, but a deathless pest,

Impracticable, savage, battle-proof.

Defence is vain; flight is thy sole resource. 140

For should'st thou linger putting on thy arms

Beside the rock, beware, lest darting forth

Her num'rous heads, she seize with ev'ry mouth

A Greecian, and with others, even thee.

Pass therefore swift, and passing, loud invoke

Cratais, mother of this plague of man,

Who will forbid her to assail thee more.

Thou, next, shalt reach Thrinacia; there, the beeves

And fatted flocks graze num'rous of the Sun;

Sev'n herds; as many flocks of snowy fleece; 150

Fifty in each; they breed not, neither die,

Nor are they kept by less than Goddesses,

Lampetia fair, and Phäethusa, both

By nymph Neæra to Hyperion borne.

Them, soon as she had train'd them to an age

Proportion'd to that charge, their mother sent

Into Thrinacia, there to dwell and keep

Inviolate their father's flocks and herds.

If, anxious for a safe return, thou spare

Those herds and flocks, though after much endured, 160

Ye may at last your Ithaca regain;

But should'st thou violate them, I foretell

Destruction of thy ship and of thy crew,

And though thyself escape, thou shalt return

Late, in ill plight, and all thy friends destroy'd.

She ended, and the golden morning dawn'd.

Then, all-divine, her graceful steps she turn'd

Back through the isle, and, at the beach arrived,

I summon'd all my followers to ascend

The bark again, and cast the hawsers loose. 170

They, at my voice, embarking, fill'd in ranks

The seats, and rowing, thresh'd the hoary flood.

And now, melodious Circe, nymph divine,

Sent after us a canvas-stretching breeze,

Pleasant companion of our course, and we

(The decks and benches clear'd) untoiling sat,

While managed gales sped swift the bark along.

Then, with dejected heart, thus I began.

Oh friends! (for it is needful that not one

Or two alone the admonition hear 180

Of Circe, beauteous prophetess divine)

To all I speak, that whether we escape

Or perish, all may be, at least, forewarn'd.

She bids us, first, avoid the dang'rous song

Of the sweet Sirens and their flow'ry meads.

Me only she permits those strains to hear;

But ye shall bind me with coercion strong

Of cordage well-secured to the mast-foot,

And by no struggles to be loos'd of mine.

But should I supplicate to be released 190

Or give such order, then, with added cords

Be it your part to bind me still the more.

Thus with distinct precaution I prepared

My people; rapid in her course, meantime,

My gallant bark approach'd the Sirens' isle,

For brisk and favourable blew the wind.

Then fell the wind suddenly, and serene

A breathless calm ensued, while all around

The billows slumber'd, lull'd by pow'r divine.

Up-sprang my people, and the folded sails 200

Bestowing in the hold, sat to their oars,

Which with their polish'd blades whiten'd the Deep.

I, then, with edge of steel sev'ring minute

A waxen cake, chafed it and moulded it

Between my palms; ere long the ductile mass

Grew warm, obedient to that ceaseless force,

And to Hyperion's all-pervading beams.

With that soft liniment I fill'd the ears

Of my companions, man by man, and they

My feet and arms with strong coercion bound 210

Of cordage to the mast-foot well secured.

Then down they sat, and, rowing, thresh'd the brine.

But when with rapid course we had arrived

Within such distance as a voice may reach,

Not unperceived by them the gliding bark

Approach'd, and, thus, harmonious they began.

Ulysses, Chief by ev'ry tongue extoll'd,

Achaia's boast, oh hither steer thy bark!

Here stay thy course, and listen to our lay!

These shores none passes in his sable ship 220

Till, first, the warblings of our voice he hear,

Then, happier hence and wiser he departs.

All that the Greeks endured, and all the ills

Inflicted by the Gods on Troy, we know,

Know all that passes on the boundless earth.

So they with voices sweet their music poured

Melodious on my ear, winning with ease

My heart's desire to listen, and by signs

I bade my people, instant, set me free.

But they incumbent row'd, and from their seats 230

Eurylochus and Perimedes sprang

With added cords to bind me still the more.

This danger past, and when the Sirens' voice,

Now left remote, had lost its pow'r to charm,

Then, my companions freeing from the wax

Their ears, deliver'd me from my restraint.

The island left afar, soon I discern'd

Huge waves, and smoke, and horrid thund'rings heard.

All sat aghast; forth flew at once the oars

From ev'ry hand, and with a clash the waves 240

Smote all together; check'd, the galley stood,

By billow-sweeping oars no longer urged,

And I, throughout the bark, man after man

Encouraged all, addressing thus my crew.

We meet not, now, my friends, our first distress.

This evil is not greater than we found

When the huge Cyclops in his hollow den

Imprison'd us, yet even thence we 'scaped,

My intrepidity and fertile thought

Opening the way; and we shall recollect 250

These dangers also, in due time, with joy.

Come, then--pursue my counsel. Ye your seats

Still occupying, smite the furrow'd flood

With well-timed strokes, that by the will of Jove

We may escape, perchance, this death, secure.

To thee the pilot thus I speak, (my words

Mark thou, for at thy touch the rudder moves)

This smoke, and these tumultuous waves avoid;

Steer wide of both; yet with an eye intent

On yonder rock, lest unaware thou hold 260

Too near a course, and plunge us into harm.

So I; with whose advice all, quick, complied.

But Scylla I as yet named not, (that woe

Without a cure) lest, terrified, my crew

Should all renounce their oars, and crowd below.

Just then, forgetful of the strict command

Of Circe not to arm, I cloath'd me all

In radiant armour, grasp'd two quiv'ring spears,

And to the deck ascended at the prow,

Expecting earliest notice there, what time 270

The rock-bred Scylla should annoy my friends.

But I discern'd her not, nor could, although

To weariness of sight the dusky rock

I vigilant explored. Thus, many a groan

Heaving, we navigated sad the streight,

For here stood Scylla, while Charybdis there

With hoarse throat deep absorb'd the briny flood.

Oft as she vomited the deluge forth,

Like water cauldron'd o'er a furious fire

The whirling Deep all murmur'd, and the spray 280

On both those rocky summits fell in show'rs.

But when she suck'd the salt wave down again,

Then, all the pool appear'd wheeling about

Within, the rock rebellow'd, and the sea

Drawn off into that gulph disclosed to view

The oozy bottom. Us pale horror seized.

Thus, dreading death, with fast-set eyes we watch'd

Charybdis; meantime, Scylla from the bark

Caught six away, the bravest of my friends.

With eyes, that moment, on my ship and crew 290

Retorted, I beheld the legs and arms

Of those whom she uplifted in the air;

On me they call'd, my name, the last, last time

Pronouncing then, in agony of heart.

As when from some bold point among the rocks

The angler, with his taper rod in hand,

Casts forth his bait to snare the smaller fry,

He swings away remote his guarded line,[56]

Then jerks his gasping prey forth from the Deep,

So Scylla them raised gasping to the rock, 300

And at her cavern's mouth devour'd them loud-

Shrieking, and stretching forth to me their arms

In sign of hopeless mis'ry. Ne'er beheld

These eyes in all the seas that I have roam'd,

A sight so piteous, nor in all my toils.

From Scylla and Charybdis dire escaped,

We reach'd the noble island of the Sun

Ere long, where bright Hyperion's beauteous herds

Broad-fronted grazed, and his well-batten'd flocks.

I, in the bark and on the sea, the voice 310

Of oxen bellowing in hovels heard,

And of loud-bleating sheep; then dropp'd the word

Into my memory of the sightless Seer,

Theban Tiresias, and the caution strict

Of Circe, my Ææan monitress,

Who with such force had caution'd me to avoid

The island of the Sun, joy of mankind.

Thus then to my companions, sad, I spake.

Hear ye, my friends! although long time distress'd,

The words prophetic of the Theban seer 320

And of Ææan Circe, whose advice

Was oft repeated to me to avoid

This island of the Sun, joy of mankind.

There, said the Goddess, dread your heaviest woes,

Pass the isle, therefore, scudding swift away.

I ceased; they me with consternation heard,

And harshly thus Eurylochus replied.

Ulysses, ruthless Chief! no toils impair

Thy strength, of senseless iron thou art form'd,

Who thy companions weary and o'erwatch'd 330

Forbidd'st to disembark on this fair isle,

Where now, at last, we might with ease regale.

Thou, rash, command'st us, leaving it afar,

To roam all night the Ocean's dreary waste;

But winds to ships injurious spring by night,

And how shall we escape a dreadful death

If, chance, a sudden gust from South arise

Or stormy West, that dash in pieces oft

The vessel, even in the Gods' despight?

Prepare we rather now, as night enjoins, 340

Our evening fare beside the sable bark,

In which at peep of day we may again

Launch forth secure into the boundless flood.

He ceas'd, whom all applauded. Then I knew

That sorrow by the will of adverse heav'n

Approach'd, and in wing'd accents thus replied.

I suffer force, Eurylochus! and yield

O'er-ruled by numbers. Come, then, swear ye all

A solemn oath, that should we find an herd

Or num'rous flock, none here shall either sheep 350

Or bullock slay, by appetite profane

Seduced, but shall the viands eat content

Which from immortal Circe we received.

I spake; they readily a solemn oath

Sware all, and when their oath was fully sworn,

Within a creek where a fresh fountain rose

They moor'd the bark, and, issuing, began

Brisk preparation of their evening cheer.

But when nor hunger now nor thirst remain'd

Unsated, recollecting, then, their friends 360

By Scylla seized and at her cave devour'd,

They mourn'd, nor ceased to mourn them, till they slept.

The night's third portion come, when now the stars

Had travers'd the mid-sky, cloud-gath'rer Jove

Call'd forth a vehement wind with tempest charged,

Menacing earth and sea with pitchy clouds

Tremendous, and the night fell dark from heav'n.

But when Aurora, daughter of the day,

Look'd rosy forth, we haled, drawn inland more,

Our bark into a grot, where nymphs were wont 370

Graceful to tread the dance, or to repose.

Convening there my friends, I thus began.

My friends! food fails us not, but bread is yet

And wine on board. Abstain we from the herds,

Lest harm ensue; for ye behold the flocks

And herds of a most potent God, the Sun!

Whose eye and watchful ear none may elude.

So saying, I sway'd the gen'rous minds of all.

A month complete the South wind ceaseless blew,

Nor other wind blew next, save East and South, 380

Yet they, while neither food nor rosy wine

Fail'd them, the herds harm'd not, through fear to die.

But, our provisions failing, they employed

Whole days in search of food, snaring with hooks

Birds, fishes, of what kind soe'er they might.

By famine urged. I solitary roam'd

Meantime the isle, seeking by pray'r to move

Some God to shew us a deliv'rance thence.

When, roving thus the isle, I had at length

Left all my crew remote, laving my hands 390

Where shelter warm I found from the rude blast,

I supplicated ev'ry Pow'r above;

But they my pray'rs answer'd with slumbers soft

Shed o'er my eyes, and with pernicious art

Eurylochus, the while, my friends harangued.

My friends! afflicted as ye are, yet hear

A fellow-suff'rer. Death, however caused,

Abhorrence moves in miserable man,

But death by famine is a fate of all

Most to be fear'd. Come--let us hither drive 400

And sacrifice to the Immortal Pow'rs

The best of all the oxen of the Sun,

Resolving thus--that soon as we shall reach

Our native Ithaca, we will erect

To bright Hyperion an illustrious fane,

Which with magnificent and num'rous gifts

We will enrich. But should he chuse to sink

Our vessel, for his stately beeves incensed,

And should, with him, all heav'n conspire our death,

I rather had with open mouth, at once, 410

Meeting the billows, perish, than by slow

And pining waste here in this desert isle.

So spake Eurylochus, whom all approved.

Then, driving all the fattest of the herd

Few paces only, (for the sacred beeves

Grazed rarely distant from the bark) they stood

Compassing them around, and, grasping each

Green foliage newly pluck'd from saplings tall,

(For barley none in all our bark remain'd)

Worshipp'd the Gods in pray'r. Pray'r made, they slew

And flay'd them, and the thighs with double fat 421

Investing, spread them o'er with slices crude.

No wine had they with which to consecrate

The blazing rites, but with libation poor

Of water hallow'd the interior parts.

Now, when the thighs were burnt, and each had shared

His portion of the maw, and when the rest

All-slash'd and scored hung roasting at the fire,

Sleep, in that moment, suddenly my eyes

Forsaking, to the shore I bent my way. 430

But ere the station of our bark I reach'd,

The sav'ry steam greeted me. At the scent

I wept aloud, and to the Gods exclaim'd.

Oh Jupiter, and all ye Pow'rs above!

With cruel sleep and fatal ye have lull'd

My cares to rest, such horrible offence

Meantime my rash companions have devised.

Then, flew long-stoled Lampetia to the Sun

At once with tidings of his slaughter'd beeves,

And he, incensed, the Immortals thus address'd. 440

Jove, and ye everlasting Pow'rs divine!

Avenge me instant on the crew profane

Of Laertiades; Ulysses' friends

Have dared to slay my beeves, which I with joy

Beheld, both when I climb'd the starry heav'ns,

And when to earth I sloped my "westring wheels,"

But if they yield me not amercement due

And honourable for my loss, to Hell

I will descend and give the ghosts my beams.

Then, thus the cloud-assembler God replied. 450

Sun! shine thou still on the Immortal Pow'rs,

And on the teeming earth, frail man's abode.

My candent bolts can in a moment reach

And split their flying bark in the mid-sea.

These things Calypso told me, taught, herself,

By herald Hermes, as she oft affirm'd.

But when, descending to the shore, I reach'd

At length my bark, with aspect stern and tone

I reprimanded them, yet no redress

Could frame, or remedy--the beeves were dead. 460

Soon follow'd signs portentous sent from heav'n.

The skins all crept, and on the spits the flesh

Both roast and raw bellow'd, as with the voice

Of living beeves. Thus my devoted friends

Driving the fattest oxen of the Sun,

Feasted six days entire; but when the sev'nth

By mandate of Saturnian Jove appeared,

The storm then ceased to rage, and we, again

Embarking, launch'd our galley, rear'd the mast,

And gave our unfurl'd canvas to the wind. 470

The island left afar, and other land

Appearing none, but sky alone and sea,

Right o'er the hollow bark Saturnian Jove

Hung a cærulean cloud, dark'ning the Deep.

Not long my vessel ran, for, blowing wild,

Now came shrill Zephyrus; a stormy gust

Snapp'd sheer the shrouds on both sides; backward fell

The mast, and with loose tackle strew'd the hold;

Striking the pilot in the stern, it crush'd

His scull together; he a diver's plunge 480

Made downward, and his noble spirit fled.

Meantime, Jove thund'ring, hurl'd into the ship

His bolts; she, smitten by the fires of Jove,

Quaked all her length; with sulphur fill'd she reek'd,

And o'er her sides headlong my people plunged

Like sea-mews, interdicted by that stroke

Of wrath divine to hope their country more.

But I, the vessel still paced to and fro,

Till, fever'd by the boist'rous waves, her sides

Forsook the keel now left to float alone. 490

Snapp'd where it join'd the keel the mast had fall'n,

But fell encircled with a leathern brace,

Which it retain'd; binding with this the mast

And keel together, on them both I sat,

Borne helpless onward by the dreadful gale.

And now the West subsided, and the South

Arose instead, with mis'ry charged for me,

That I might measure back my course again

To dire Charybdis. All night long I drove,

And when the sun arose, at Scylla's rock 500

Once more, and at Charybdis' gulph arrived.

It was the time when she absorb'd profound

The briny flood, but by a wave upborne

I seized the branches fast of the wild-fig.[57]

To which, bat-like, I clung; yet where to fix

My foot secure found not, or where to ascend,

For distant lay the roots, and distant shot

The largest arms erect into the air,

O'ershadowing all Charybdis; therefore hard

I clench'd the boughs, till she disgorg'd again 510

Both keel and mast. Not undesired by me

They came, though late; for at what hour the judge,

After decision made of num'rous strifes[58]

Between young candidates for honour, leaves

The forum for refreshment' sake at home,

Then was it that the mast and keel emerged.

Deliver'd to a voluntary fall,

Fast by those beams I dash'd into the flood,

And seated on them both, with oary palms

Impell'd them; nor the Sire of Gods and men 520

Permitted Scylla to discern me more,

Else had I perish'd by her fangs at last.

Nine days I floated thence, and, on the tenth

Dark night, the Gods convey'd me to the isle

Ogygia, habitation of divine

Calypso, by whose hospitable aid

And assiduity, my strength revived.

But wherefore this? ye have already learn'd

That hist'ry, thou and thy illustrious spouse;

I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530

Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.

FOOTNOTES:

[56] They passed the line through a pipe of horn, to secure it against

the fishes' bite.

[57] See line 120.

[58] He had therefore held by the fig-tree from sunrise till afternoon.

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