Arion's Hymn to Poseidon
Highest of the gods, lord of the sea,
Poseidon of the golden trident,
Earth-shaker in the swelling brine,
Around thee the finny monsters
In a ring swim and dance,
With nimble Singings of their feet leaping lightly,
Snub-nosed hounds with bristling neck,
Swift runners, music-loving dolphins,
Sea-nurslings of the Nereid maids divine,
Whom Amphitrite bore,
Even they that carried me,
A wanderer on the Sicilian main,
To the headland of Taenarum in Pelops' land,
Mounting me upon their humped backs
As they clove the furrow of Nereus' plain, a path untrodden,
When deceitful men had cast me from their sea-faring hollow ship
Into the purple swell of ocean.