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132 By the kin-born flowing of blood,

—Black Ares: to where, having gone,

He shall leave off, flowing done,

At the frozen-child's-flesh food.

King, king, how shall I beweep thee!

From friendly soul what ever say?

Thou liest where webs of the spider o'ersweep thee,

In impious death, life breathing away.

Oh, me—me!

This couch not free!

By a slavish death subdued thou art,

From the hand, by the two-edged dart.

No death "unfit for the free"