Classic Poem

So the storms bore the daughters of Pandaros out into thrall —
The gods slew their parents; the orphans were left in the hall.
And there came, to feed their young lives, Aphrodite divine,
With the incense, the sweet-tasting honey, the sweet-smelling wine;
Hera brought them her wit above woman's, and beauty of face;
And pure Artemis gave them her stature, that form might have grace;
And Athene instructed their hands in her works of renown;
Then, afar to Olympos, divine Aphrodite moved on:
To complete other gifts, by uniting each girl to a mate,
She sought Zeus, who has joy in the thunder and knowledge of fate,
Whether mortals have good chance or ill. But the Harpies alate
In the storm came, and swept off the maidens, and gave them to wait,
With that love in their eyes, on the Furies who constantly hate.