H. D.

GODS of the sea;

Ino,

Leaving warm meads

For the green, grey-green fastnesses

Of the great deeps;

And Palemon,

Bright striker of sea-shaft,

Hear me.

Let all whom the sea loveth,

Come to its altar front,

And I

Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee

Bring this.

Broken by great waves,

The wavelets flung it here,

This sea-gliding creature,

This strange creature like a weed,

Covered with salt foam,

Torn from the hillocks

Of rock.

I Hermonax,

Caster of nets,

Risking chance,

Plying the sea craft,

Came on it.

Thus to sea god

Cometh gift of sea wreck;

I Hermonax offer it,

To thee, Ino,

And to Palemon.