text:  Scrieck made no more of the task than did Ulysses-- "When the wary hero wise His hand now familiar with the bow Poising it and examining--at once; As when in harp and song adept a bard Unlabouring strains the chord to a new lyre The twisted entrails of a sheep below With fingers nice inserting and above-- With such facility Ulysses bent His own huge bow and with his right hand play'd The nerve which in its quick vibration sung Clear as a swallow's voice