As though the sky there had slipped down, no warmth from the sunbeams, No breath from the Springtime can soften the peak's wintry rigor
Nor slacken the frost chains that bind and its menacing shoulders
The weight of the world could sustain ...”
Variant of the expedition of the Argonauts according to Apollonius of Rhodes (book fourth).
And far on sped Argo under sail,
Entered deep into the stream of Eridanus;
Where once, smitten on the breast by the blazing bolt,
Phaethon half-consumed fell from the chariot of the sun [Greek Helios]
Into the opening of that deep lake;
And even now it belches up heavy steam clouds
From the smoldering wound.
No bird spreading its light wings can cross that water;
But in mid-course it plunges into the flame, fluttering.
And all around the maidens, the daughters of the sun [Greek Helios],
Enclosed in tall poplars,
Wretchedly wail a piteous plaint;
From their eyes they shed
On the ground bright drops of amber.
These are dried by the sun upon the sand;
But whenever the waters of the dark lake flow over the strand
Before the blast of the wailing wind,
Then they roll on in a mass into Eridanus with swelling tide.
The Celts have attached this story to them,
That these are the tears of Leto's son, Apollo,
That are borne along by the eddies,
The countless tears that he shed aforetime
When he came to the sacred race of the Hyperboreans
And left shining heaven at the chiding of his father,
Being in wrath concerning his son whom divine Coronis bare
In bright Lacereia 1) [today the town of Larissa in Greece] near the river Amyrus.
But no desire for food or drink seized the heroes
Nor were their thoughts turned to joy.
But they were sorely afflicted all day,
Heavy and faint at heart,
With the noisome stench, hard to endure,
Which the streams of Eridanus sent forth from Phaethon still burning;
And at night they heard the piercing lament of the daughters of the Sun,
Wailing with shrill voice; and, as they lamented,
Their tears were born on the water like drops of oil.
Thence they entered the deep stream of Rhodanus
Which flows into Eridanus,
Where they meet there is a roar of mingling waters.
Now that river, rising from the ends of the Earth,
Where are the portals and mansions of Night,
On one side bursts forth upon the beach of Ocean,
At another pours into the Ionian Sea,
And on the third through seven mouths
Sends its stream to the Sardinian sea and its limitless bay 2).
And from Rhodanus they entered stormy lakes,
Which spread throughout the Celtic mainland of wondrous size;
And there they would have met with an inglorious calamity;
For a certain branch of the river was bearing them towards a gulf of Ocean
Which in unknowing they were about to enter,
And never would they have returned from there in safety.
But Hera leaping forth from heaven pealed her cry from the Hercynian rock 3);
And all together were shaken with fear of her cry;
For terribly crashed the mighty firmament.