To Castor and Pollux

To Castor and Pollux

by Henry James Pye

Castor and Pollux, tuneful Muse, now sing;

The offspring of the cloud-compelling king,

When on Taygetus’ high-rising crest

The son of Saturn lovely Leda press’d.

Hail, ye Tyndaridae, well skill’d to train

The fiery courser for the’ embattled plain.