Then Ulysses in his turn melted,
and wept as he clasped his dear
and faithful wife to his bosom.
As the sight of land is welcome to men
who are swimming towards the shore,
when Neptune has wrecked their ship
with the fury of his winds and waves-
a few alone reach the land, and these,
covered with brine, are thankful
when they find themselves
on firm ground and out of danger-
even so was her husband welcome to her
as she looked upon him, and she could not tear
her two fair arms from about his neck.
Indeed they would have gone on indulging
their sorrow till rosy-fingered morn appeared,
had not Minerva determined otherwise,
and held night back in the far west,
while she would not suffer Dawn to leave Oceanus,
nor to yoke the two steeds Lampus
and Phaethon that bear her onward
to break the day upon mankind.
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