Rising Aurora the while 'neath Sol the wanderer's threshold—Tardy at first they flow by the clement breathing of breezesUrged, and echo the shores with soft-toned ripples of laughter,But as the winds wax high so waves wax higher and higher,Flashing and floating afar to outswim morn's purpurine splendours,—So did the crowd fare forth, the royal vestibule leaving,And to their house each wight with vaguing paces departed.After their wending, the first, foremost from Pelion's summit,Chiron came to the front with woodland presents surcharged:Whatso of blooms and flowers bring forth Thessalian uplandsMighty with mountain crests, whate'er of riverine lea flowers