Such was my promise to him at the first,
Ratified by a nod that self-same day
When Thetis clasp’d my knees, begging revenge
And glory for her city-spoiler son. 95

    He ended; nor his spouse white-arm’d refused

Obedience, but from the Idaean heights
Departing, to the Olympian summit soar’d. 
Swift as the traveller’s thought,[4] who, many a land
Traversed, deliberates on his future course 100
Uncertain, and his mind sends every way,
So swift updarted Juno to the skies. 
Arrived on the Olympian heights, she found
The Gods assembled; they, at once, their seats
At her approach forsaking, with full cups 105
Her coming hail’d; heedless of all beside,
She took the cup from blooming Themis’ hand,
For she first flew to welcome her, and thus
In accents wing’d of her return inquired. 

    Say, Juno, why this sudden re-ascent? 110

Thou seem’st dismay’d; hath Saturn’s son, thy spouse,
Driven thee affrighted to the skies again? 

    To whom the white-arm’d Goddess thus replied. 

Themis divine, ask not.  Full well thou know’st
How harshly temper’d is the mind of Jove, 115
And how untractable.  Resume thy seat;
The banquet calls thee; at our board preside,
Thou shalt be told, and all in heaven shall hear
What ills he threatens; such as shall not leave
All minds at ease, I judge, here or on earth, 120
However tranquil some and joyous now. 

    So spake the awful spouse of Jove, and sat. 

Then, all alike, the Gods displeasure felt
Throughout the courts of Jove, but she, her lips
Gracing with smiles from which her sable brows 125
Dissented,[5] thus indignant them address’d. 

    Alas! how vain against the Thunderer’s will

Our anger, and the hope to supersede
His purpose, by persuasion or by force! 
He solitary sits, all unconcern’d 130
At our resentment, and himself proclaims
Mightiest and most to be revered in heaven. 
Be patient, therefore, and let each endure
Such ills as Jove may send him.  Mars, I ween,
Already hath his share; the warrior God 135
Hath lost Ascalaphus, of all mankind
His most beloved, and whom he calls his own. 

    She spake, and with expanded palms his thighs

Smiling, thus, sorrowful, the God exclaim’d. 

    Inhabitants of the Olympian heights! 140

Oh bear with me, if to avenge my son
I seek Achaia’s fleet, although my doom
Be thunder-bolts from Jove, and with the dead
Outstretch’d to lie in carnage and in dust. 

    He spake, and bidding Horror and Dismay 145

Lead to the yoke his rapid steeds, put on
His all-refulgent armor.  Then had wrath