Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day's end
Sun to his slumber, shadows o'er all the ocean
Came we then to the bounds of deepest water
Covered with close-webbed mist, unpierced ever
With glitter of sun-rays
Nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven
Swartest night stretched over wreteched men there
The ocean flowing backward, came we then to the place
Aforesaid by Circe
Here did they rites, Perimedes and Eurylochus
And drawing sword from my hip
I dug the ell-square pitkin
Poured we libations unto each the dead
First mead and then sweet wine, water mixed with white flour
Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death's-heads
As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best
For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods
A sheep to Tiresias only, black and a bell-sheep
Dark blood flowed in the fosse
Souls out of Erebus, cadaverous dead, of brides
Of youths and of the old who had borne much
Souls stained with recent tears, girls tender
Men many, mauled with bronze lance heads
Battle spoil, bearing yet dreory arms
These many crowded about me with shouting
Pallor upon me, cried to my men for more beasts
Slaughtered the herds, sheep slain of bronze
Poured ointment, cried to the gods
To Pluto the strong, and praised Proserpine
Unsheathed the narrow sword
I sat to keep off the impetuous impotent dead
Till I should hear Tiresias
But first Elpenor came, our friend Elpenor
Unburied, cast on the wide earth
Limbs that we left in the house of Circe
Unwept, unwrapped in the sepulchre, since toils urged other
Pitiful spirit
Sun to his slumber, shadows o'er all the ocean
Came we then to the bounds of deepest water
Covered with close-webbed mist, unpierced ever
With glitter of sun-rays
Nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven
Swartest night stretched over wreteched men there
The ocean flowing backward, came we then to the place
Aforesaid by Circe
Here did they rites, Perimedes and Eurylochus
And drawing sword from my hip
I dug the ell-square pitkin
Poured we libations unto each the dead
First mead and then sweet wine, water mixed with white flour
Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death's-heads
As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best
For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods
A sheep to Tiresias only, black and a bell-sheep
Dark blood flowed in the fosse
Souls out of Erebus, cadaverous dead, of brides
Of youths and of the old who had borne much
Souls stained with recent tears, girls tender
Men many, mauled with bronze lance heads
Battle spoil, bearing yet dreory arms
These many crowded about me with shouting
Pallor upon me, cried to my men for more beasts
Slaughtered the herds, sheep slain of bronze
Poured ointment, cried to the gods
To Pluto the strong, and praised Proserpine
Unsheathed the narrow sword
I sat to keep off the impetuous impotent dead
Till I should hear Tiresias
But first Elpenor came, our friend Elpenor
Unburied, cast on the wide earth
Limbs that we left in the house of Circe
Unwept, unwrapped in the sepulchre, since toils urged other
Pitiful spirit
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