Come hither, ye mighty sons of Zeus
And Leda; Olympus leave behind,
Your flashing home. With gladsome mind,
Castor and Pollux, appear to us. Ye who traverse the whole expanse
Of the earth and over the spacious seas
On your swift-footed steeds, ye save with ease
All men whom to meet chill Death did chance. On the tops of the well-benched ships ye leap,
Gleaming afar in the murky night.
As ye land on its cables ye bring a light
To the swift black ship which sails o'er the deep.
- Alcaeus