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6 With avenging hand and spear upon Troy was guided

By the Bird of War.

'Twas a King among birds to each of the Kings of the Sea,

One Eagle black, one black but of fire-white tail,

By the House, on the Spear-hand, in station that all might see;

And they tore a hare, and the life in her womb that grew,

Yea, the life unlived and the races unrun they slew.

Sorrow, sing sorrow: but good prevail, prevail!

And the War-seer wise, as he looked on the Atreïd Yoke

Twain-tempered, knew

Those fierce hare-renders the lords of his host; and spoke,

Reading the omen true.

"At the last, the last, this Hunt hunteth Ilion down,

Yea, and before the wall

Violent division the fulness of land and town

Shall waste withal;

If only God's eye gloom not against our gates,

And the great War-curb of Troy, fore-smitten, fail.

For Pity lives, and those wingèd Hounds she hates,

Which tore in the Trembler's body the unborn beast.

And Artemis abhorreth the eagles' feast."

Sorrow, sing sorrow: but good prevail, prevail!