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 Queen, and you maidens, there is come on us A thing more deadly than the face of death; Meleager the good lord is as one slain.

Without sword, without sword is he stricken; Slain, and slain without hand.

For as keen ice divided of the sun His limbs divide, and as thawed snow the flesh Thaws from off all his body to the hair.

He wastes as the embers quicken; With the brand he fades as a brand.

Even while they sang and all drew hither and he Lifted both hands to crown the Arcadian’s hair And fix the looser leaves, both hands fell down.

With rending of cheek and of hair Lament ye, mourn for him, weep.