Lyacaön

Man into Wolf

 

The gods become angry at humanity in general and Lyacaön in particular for their excessive wickedness.

 

Lycaön trembling fled

And gain'd the silent country; loud he howl'd,

And strove in vain to speak; his ravenous mouth

Still thirsts for slaughter; on the harmless flocks

His fury rages, as it wont on man:

Blood glads him still; his vest is shaggy hair;

His arms sink down to legs; a wolf he stands.

Yet former traits his visage still retains;

Grey still his hair; and cruel still his look;

His eyes still glisten; savage all his form.