...gleaming white, and Cyclades scattered among the waves, as close we ran where thick-strewn islands vex the channelled seas with rival shout the sailors cheerly called: “On, comrades! On, to Crete and to our sires!” Freely behind us blew the friendly winds, and gave smooth passage to that fabled shore, the land of the Curetes, friends of Jove. There eagerly I labored at the walls o...