Simonides of Ceos, Fragment 543. Quoted by Dionysius Halicarnassensis, De compositione verborum, 26 — When, in the carven chest, The winds that blew and waves in wild unrest Smote her with fear, she, not with cheeks unwet, Her arms of love round Perseus set, And said: “O child, what grief is mine! But thou dost slumber, and thy baby breast Is sunk in rest, Here in the cheerless brass-bound bark, Tossed amid starless night and pitchy dark. Nor dost thou heed the scudding brine Of waves that wash https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dana%C3%AB