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 Cry aloud, O thou kingdom, O nation, O stricken, a ruinous land.

Whereat king Œneus, straightening feeble knees, With feeble hands heaved up a lessening weight, And laid him sadly in strange hands, and wept.

Thou art smitten, her lord, her desire, Thy dear blood wasted as rain.

And they with tears and rendings of the beard Bear hither a breathing body, wept upon And lightening at each footfall, sick to death.

Thou madest thy sword as a fire, With fire for a sword thou art slain.

And lo, the feast turned funeral, and the crowns Fallen; and the huntress and the hunter trapped; And weeping and changed faces and veiled hair.