h shrill voice; and, as they lamented, their tears
were borne on the water like drops of oil.

(ll. 627-658) Thence they entered the deep stream of Rhodanus which
flows into Eridanus; and where they meet there is a roar of mingling
waters. Now that river, rising from the ends of the earth, where are the
portals and mansions of Night, on one side bursts forth upon the beach
of Ocean, at another pours into the Ionian sea, and on the third through
seven mouths sends its stream to the Sardinian sea and its limitless
bay. [1403] And from Rhodanus they entered stormy lakes, which spread
throughout the Celtic mainland of wondrous size; and there they would
have met with an inglorious calamity; for a certain branch of the river
was bearing them towards a gulf of Ocean which in ignorance they were
about to enter, and never would they have returned from there in safety.
But Hera leaping forth from heaven pealed her cry from the Hercynian
rock; and all together were shaken with fear of her cry; for terribly
crashed the mighty firmament. And backward they turned by reason of
the goddess, and noted the path by which their return was ordained.
And after a long while they came to the beach of the surging sea by the
devising of Hera, passing unharmed through countless tribes of the Celts
and Ligyans. For round them the goddess poured a dread mist day by
day as they fared on. And so, sailing through the midmost mouth, they
reached the Stoechades islands in safety by the aid of the sons of Zeus;
wherefore altars and sacred rites are established in their honour for
ever; and not that sea-faring alone did they attend to succour; but
Zeus granted to them the ships of future sailors too. Then leaving the
Stoechades they passed on to the island Aethalia, where after their toil
they wiped away with pebbles sweat in abundance; and pebbles like skin
in colour are strewn on the beach; [1404] and there are their quoits
and their wondrous armour; and there is the Argoan harbour called after
them.

(ll. 659-684) And quickly from there they passed through the sea,
beholding the Tyrrhenian shores of Ausonia; and they came to the famous
harbour of Aeaea, and from the ship they cast hawsers to the shore
near at hand. And here they found Circe bathing her head in the salt
sea-spray, for sorely had she been scared by visions of the night. With
blood her chambers and all the walls of her palace seemed to be running,
and flame was devouring all the magic h