And its flower appeared a cubit above ground in colour like the Corycian crocus, rising on twin stalks; but in the earth the root was like newly-cut flesh.

The dark juice of it, like the sap of a mountain-oak, she had gathered in a Caspian shell to make the charm withal, when she had first bathed in seven ever-flowing streams, and had called seven times on Brimo, nurse of youth, night-wandering Brimo, of the underworld, queen among the dead,--in the gloom of night, clad in dusky garments.

And beneath, the dark earth shook and bellowed when the Titanian root was cut; and the son of Iapetus himself groaned, his soul distraught with pain.

And she brought the charm forth and placed it in the fragrant band which engirdled her, just beneath her bosom, divinely fair.

And going forth she mounted the swift chariot, and with her went two handmaidens on each side.