’"Even so, now all these things have an end; do thou then hearken even as I tell thee, and the god himself shall bring it back to thy mind.  To the Sirens first shalt thou come, who bewitch all men, whosoever shall come to them.  Whoso draws nigh them unwittingly and hears the sound of the Sirens’ voice, never doth he see wife or babes stand by him on his return, nor have they joy at his coming; but the Sirens enchant him with their clear song, sitting in the meadow, and all about is a great heap of bones of men, corrupt in death, and round the bones the skin is wasting.  But do thou drive thy ship past, and knead honey-sweet wax, and anoint therewith the ears of thy company, lest any of the rest hear the song; but if thou myself art minded to hear, let them bind thee in the swift ship hand and foot, upright in the mast-stead, and from the mast let rope-ends be tied, that with delight thou mayest hear the voice of the Sirens.  And if thou shalt beseech thy company and bid them to loose thee, then let them bind thee with yet more bonds.  But when thy friends have driven thy ship past these, I will not tell thee fully which path shall thenceforth be thine, but do thou thyself consider it, and I will speak to thee of either way.  On the one side there are beetling rocks, and against them the great wave roars of dark-eyed Amphitrite.  These, ye must know, are they the blessed gods call the Rocks Wandering.  By this way even winged things may never pass, nay, not even the cowering doves that bear ambrosia to Father Zeus, but the sheer rock evermore takes away one even of these, and the Father sends in another to make up the tale.  Thereby no ship of men ever escapes that comes thither, but the planks of ships and the bodies of men confusedly are tossed by the waves of the sea and the storms of ruinous fire.  One ship only of all that fare by sea hath passed that way, even Argo, that is in all men’s minds, on her voyage from Aeetes.  And even her the wave would lightly have cast there upon the mighty rocks, but Here sent her by for love of Jason.

’"On the other part are two rocks, whereof the one reaches with sharp peak to the wide heaven, and a dark cloud encompasses it; this never streams away, and there is no clear air about the peak neither in summer nor in harvest tide.  No mortal man may scale it or set foot thereon, not though he had twenty hands and feet.  For the rock is smooth, and sheer, as it were polished.  And in the midst of the cliff is a dim cave turned to Erebus, towards the place of darkness, whereby ye shall even steer your hollow ship, noble Odysseus.  Not with an arrow from a bow might a man in his strength reach from his hollow ship into that deep cave.  And therein dwelleth Scylla, yelping terribly.  Her voice indeed is no greater than the voice of a new-born whelp, but a dreadful monster is she, nor would any look on her gladly, not if it were a god that met her.  Verily she hath twelve feet all dangling down; and six necks