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 Came clashes of swift hoofs and trampling feet And through the windy pillared corridor Light sharper than the frequent flames of day That daily fill it from the fiery dawn; Gleams, and a thunder of people that cried out, And dust and hurrying horsemen; lo their chief, That rode with Œneus rein by rein, returned. What cheer, O herald of my lord the king?

Lady, good cheer and great; the boar is slain.

Praised be all gods that look toward Calydon.

Good news and brief; but by whose happier hand?

A maiden's and a prophet's and thy son's.

Well fare the spear that severed him and life.

Thine own, and not an alien, hast thou blest.