Borne in your chariot down th’ ethereal height,
At length, ye sons of Tyndarus, appear,
While vibrates o’er your heads the starry light:
Habitants of heaven above,
Now exert fraternal love,
If ever Helen to your souls was dear,
A calm o’er th’ azure ocean spread,
Bridle the tempests of the main,
Propitious gales from Jove obtain,
Your sister snatch from the barbarian’s bed:
Commenced on Ida’s hill, that strife,
Embittered with reproach her life,
Although she never viewed proud Ilion’s tower
Reared by Apollo’s matchless power.