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 Straightway the crown slid off and smote on earth, First fallen; and he, grasping his own hair, groaned And cast his raiment round his face and fell.

Alas for visions that were, And soothsayings spoken in sleep.

But the king twitched his reins in and leapt down And caught him, crying out twice “O child” and thrice, So that men’s eyelids thickened with their tears.

Lament with a long lamentation, Cry, for an end is at hand.

O son, he said, son, lift thine eyes, draw breath, Pity me; but Meleager with sharp lips Gasped, and his face waxed like as sunburnt grass.