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Of man's doom his mystic lips?—

Calling thee, the Battle-wed,

Thee, the Strife-encompassèd,

? Yea, in fate's derision,

Hell in cities. Hell in ships,

Hell in hearts of men they knew her,

When the dim and delicate fold

Of her curtains backward rolled,

And to sea, to sea, she threw her

In the West Wind's giant hold;

And with spear and sword behind her

Came the hunters in a flood,

Down the oarblade's viewless trail

Tracking, till in Simoïs' vale

Through the leaves they crept to find her,

A Wrath, a seed of blood.

So the Name to Ilion came

On God's thought-fulfilling flame,

She a vengeance and a token

Of the unfaith to bread broken,

Of the hearth of God betrayed,

Against them whose voices swelled

Glorying in the prize they held

And the Spoiler's vaunt outspoken

And the song his brethren made

'Mid the bridal torches burning;

Till, behold, the ancient City

Of King Priam turned, and turning

Took a new song for her learning,