strewn beds, whereon after supper they slept through the night as
aforetime.

(ll. 885-921) Now when dawn the light-bringer was touching the edge of
heaven, then at the coming of the swift west wind they went to their
thwarts from the land; and gladly did they draw up the anchors from
the deep and made the tackling ready in due order; and above spread the
sail, stretching it taut with the sheets from the yard-arm. And a fresh
breeze wafted the ship on. And soon they saw a fair island, Anthemoessa,
where the clear-voiced Sirens, daughters of Achelous, used to beguile
with their sweet songs whoever cast anchor there, and then destroy him.
Them lovely Terpsichore, one of the Muses, bare, united with Achelous;
and once they tended Demeter's noble daughter still unwed, and sang to
her in chorus; and at that time they were fashioned in part like birds
and in part like maidens to behold. And ever on the watch from their
place of prospect with its fair haven, often from many had they taken
away their sweet return, consuming them with wasting desire; and
suddenly to the heroes, too, they sent forth from their lips a lily-like
voice. And they were already about to cast from the ship the hawsers to
the shore, had not Thracian Orpheus, son of Oeagrus, stringing in his
hands his Bistonian lyre, rung forth the hasty snatch of a rippling
melody so that their ears might be filled with the sound of his
twanging; and the lyre overcame the maidens' voice. And the west wind
and the sounding wave rushing astern bore the ship on; and the Sirens
kept uttering their ceaseless song. But even so the goodly son of Teleon
alone of the comrades leapt before them all from the polished bench into
the sea, even Butes, his soul melted by the clear ringing voice of the
Sirens; and he swam through the dark surge to mount the beach, poor
wretch. Quickly would they have robbed him of his return then and there,
but the goddess that rules Eryx, Cypris, in pity snatched him away,
while yet in the eddies, and graciously meeting him saved him to dwell
on the Lilybean height. And the heroes, seized by anguish, left the
Sirens, but other perils still worse, destructive to ships, awaited them
in the meeting-place of the seas.

(ll. 922-981) For on one side appeared the smooth rock of Scylla; on
the other Charybdis ceaselessly spouted and roared; in another part the
Wandering rocks were booming beneath the mighty surge, where before the
burning flame spurted forth