Phoebus who holdest the sheer steep of
Leucas, far seen of mariners and washed
by the Ionian Sea, receive of sailors this
mess of hand-kneaded barley bread
and a libation mingled in a little cup, and the
gleam of a brief-shining lamp that drinks
with half-saturate mouth from a sparing oil-
flask; in recompense whereof be gracious,
and send on their sails a favourable wind to
run with them to the harbours of Actium.