<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0013.tlg005.perseus-eng2"><l n="205">a wonder to see—,honored by all the immortals as he draws the red nectar from the
        golden bowl. But grief that could not be soothed filled the heart of Tros; for he knew not
        whither the heaven-sent whirlwind had caught up his dear son, so that he mourned him always,
        unceasingly, </l><l n="210">until Zeus pitied him and gave him high-stepping horses such as carry the immortals
        as recompense for his son. These he gave him as a gift. And at the command of Zeus, the
        Guide, the slayer of Argus, told him all, and how his son would be deathless and unageing,
        even as the gods. </l><l n="215">So when Tros heard these tidings from Zeus, he no longer kept mourning but rejoiced
          in his heart and rode joyfully with his storm-footed horses.<milestone ed="P" n="218" unit="card"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So also golden-throned Eos rapt away Tithonus who was of your race and like
        the deathless gods. </l></div></body></text></TEI>