“Thither to haste, the region to explore, Was first my thought: but speeding back to shore I deem’d it best to visit first my crew, And send our spies the dubious coast to view. As down the hill I solitary go, Some power divine, who pities human woe, Sent a tall stag, descending from the wood, To cool his fervour in the crystal flood; Luxuriant on the wave-worn bank he lay, Stretch’d forth and panting in the sunny ray. I launch’d my spear, and with a sudden wound Transpierced his back, and fix’d him to the ground. He falls, and mourns his fate with human cries: Through the wide wound the vital spirit flies. I drew, and casting on the river’s side The bloody spear, his gather’d feet I tied With twining osiers which the bank supplied. An ell in length the pliant wisp I weaved, And the huge body on my shoulders heaved: Then leaning on my spear with both my hands, Upbore my load, and press’d the sinking sands With weighty steps, till at the ship I threw The welcome burden, and bespoke my crew: “‘Cheer up, my friends! it is not yet our fate To glide with ghosts through Pluto’s gloomy gate. Food in the desert land, behold! is given! Live, and enjoy the providence of heaven.’ “The joyful crew survey his mighty size, And on the future banquet feast their eyes, As huge in length extended lay the beast; Then wash their hands, and hasten to the feast. There, till the setting sun roll’d down the light, They sate indulging in the genial rite. When evening rose, and darkness cover’d o’er The face of things, we slept along the shore. But when the rosy morning warm’d the east, My men I summon’d, and these words address’d: “‘Followers and friends, attend what I propose: Ye sad companions of Ulysses’ woes! We know not here what land before us lies, Or to what quarter now we turn our eyes, Or where the sun shall set, or where shall rise. Here let us think (if thinking be not vain) If any counsel, any hope remain. Alas! from yonder promontory’s brow I view’d the coast, a region flat and low; An isle encircled with the boundless flood; A length of thickets, and entangled wood. Some smoke I saw amid the forest rise, And all around it only seas and skies!’ “With broken hearts my sad companions stood, Mindful of Cyclops and his human food, And horrid Laestrygons, the men of blood. Presaging tears apace began to rain; But tears in mortal miseries are vain. In equal parts I straight divide my band, And name a chief each party to command; I led the one, and of the other side Appointed brave Eurylochus the guide. Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw, And fortune casts Eurylochus to go; He march’d with twice eleven in his train; Pensive they march, and pensive we remain.