[1] Bright-eyed Muses, tell of the Tyndaridae, the Sons of Zeus,
glorious children of neat-ankled Leda, Castor the tamer of
horses, and blameless Polydeuces. When Leda [5] had lain with
the dark-clouded Son of Cronos, she bare them beneath the peak
of the great hill Taygetus, —children who are deliverers of men
on earth and of swift-going ships when stormy gales rage over
the ruthless sea. Then the shipmen call upon the sons of great
Zeus [10] with vows of white lambs, going to the forepart of the
prow; but the strong wind and the waves of the sea lay the ship
under water, until suddenly these two are seen darting through
the air on tawny wings. Forthwith they allay the blasts of the
cruel winds [15] and still the waves upon the surface of the
white sea: fair signs are they and deliverance from toil. And
when the shipmen see them they are glad and have rest from their
pain and labour.  Hail, Tyndaridae, riders upon swift horses!
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