“He said:  then nodding with the fumes of wine
Droop’d his huge head, and snoring lay supine. 
His neck obliquely o’er his shoulders hung,
Press’d with the weight of sleep that tames the strong: 
There belch’d the mingled streams of wine and blood,
And human flesh, his indigested food. 
Sudden I stir the embers, and inspire
With animating breath the seeds of fire: 
Each drooping spirit with bold words repair,
And urged my train the dreadful deed to dare. 
The stake now glow’d beneath the burning bed
(Green as it was) and sparkled fiery red,
Then forth the vengeful instrument I bring;
With beating hearts my fellows form a ring. 
Urged my some present god, they swift let fall
The pointed torment on his visual ball. 
Myself above them from a rising ground
Guide the sharp stake, and twirl it round and round. 
As when a shipwright stands his workmen o’er,
Who ply the wimble, some huge beam to bore;
Urged on all hands, it nimbly spins about,
The grain deep-piercing till it scoops it out: 
In his broad eye he whirls the fiery wood;
From the pierced pupil spouts the boiling blood;
Singed are his brows; the scorching lids grow black;
The jelly bubbles, and the fibres crack. 
And as when armourers temper in the ford
The keen-edged pole-axe, or the shining sword,
The red-hot metal hisses in the lake,
Thus in his eye-ball hiss’d the plunging stake. 
He sends a dreadful groan, the rocks around
Through all their inmost winding caves resound. 
Scared we recoiled.  Forth with frantic hand,
He tore and dash’d on earth and gory brand;
Then calls the Cyclops, all that round him dwell,
With voice like thunder, and a direful yell. 
From all their dens the one-eyed race repair,
From rifted rocks, and mountains bleak in air. 
All haste assembled, at his well-known roar,
Inquire the cause, and crowd the cavern door.

“’What hurts thee, Polypheme? what strange affright
Thus breaks our slumbers, and disturbs the night? 
Does any mortal, in the unguarded hour
Of sleep, oppress thee, or by fraud or power? 
Or thieves insidious thy fair flock surprise?’
Thus they; the Cyclop from his den replies: 

“’Friends, Noman kills me; Noman in the hour
Of sleep, oppresses me with fraudful power.’ 
’If no man hurt thee, but the hand divine
Inflict disease, it fits thee to resign: 
To Jove or to thy father Neptune pray.’ 
The brethren cried, and instant strode away. 
“Joy touch’d my secret soul and conscious heart,
Pleased with the effect of conduct and of art. 
Meantime the Cyclop, raging with his wound,
Spreads his wide arms, and searches round and round: 
At last, the stone removing from the gate,
With hands extended in the midst he sate;
And search’d each passing sheep, and fell it o’er,
Secure to seize us ere we reach’d the door
(Such as his shallow wit he deem’d was mine);
But secret I revolved the deep design: 
’Twas for our lives my labouring bosom wrought;
Each scheme I turn’d, and sharpen’d every thought;
This way and that I cast to save my friends,
Till one resolve my varying counsel ends.