in the next land we found were cyclopes,
giants, louts, without a law to bless them.
in ignorance leaving the fruitage of the earth in mystery
to the immortal gods, they neither plow
nor sow by hand, nor till the ground, though grain-
wild wheat and barley-grows untended, and
wine-grapes, in clusters, ripen in heaven's rain.
cyclopes have no muster and no meeting,
no consultation or old tribal ways,
but each one dwells in his own mountain cave
dealing out rough justice to wife and child,
indifferent to what the others do.