Of Até hid, will reach to, by ill fortune!Such things she dares — the female, the male’s slayer!She is . . . how calling her the hateful bite-beastMay I hit the mark? Some amphisbaina, — SkullaHousing in rocks, of mariners the mischief,Revelling Haides’ mother, — curse, no truce with,Breathing at friends! How piously she shouted,The all-courageous, as at turn of battle!