Fain would he stifle her disastrous tongue;

before he knew her quest the words were said;

and, knowing that his greatest oath was pledged,

he sadly mounted to the lofty skies,

and by his potent nod assembled there

the deep clouds: and the rain began to pour,

and thunder-bolts resounded.

But he strove

to mitigate his power, and armed him not

with flames overwhelming as had put to flight

his hundred-handed foe Typhoeus—flames

too dreadful.