O Thou who dost the roots of Ocean keep
In seats cerulean, daemon of the deep,
With fifty Nymphs (attending in thy train,
Fair virgin artists) glorying through the main:
The dark foundation of the rolling sea,
And Earth’s wide bounds belong, much-famed, to thee.
Great daemon, source of all, whose power can make
The sacred basis of blessed Ceres shake,
When blustering winds in secret caverns pent,
By thee excited, struggle hard for vent.
Come, blessed Nereus, listen to my prayer,
And cease to shake the earth with wrath severe;
Send to thy mystics necessary wealth,
With gentle peace, and ever tranquil health.