"By winds shifting north, or else my parents taught me augury for no purpose. Look; See the twelve swans in line rejoicing there! Jove's Eagle, like a bolt out of the blue, had flurried them in open heaven, but now they seem to be alighting, one by one or looking down on those already grounded. As the disport themselves with flapping wings, after their chanting flight about the sky, just so your ships, and your ships' companies are either in port or entering under sail, go on where the path leads, go ahead!
On this she turned away, rose pink and fair, her nape shone, her ambrosial hair exhaled divine perfume, her gown rippled full length, and by her stride she showed herself a goddess. Knowing her for his mother, he called out to the figure fleeting away." The Iliad, I 540
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