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Out on the pastures where his horses stray.

What did he there so far?—A gleam of day

Crosseth our darkness.

'Twas a feast, methought,

Of worship to the wild-wood nymphs he wrought.

The watchers of men's birth? Is there a son

New born to him, or doth he pray for one

That cometh?

More I know not; he had there

A wreathèd ox, as for some weighty prayer.

What force was with him? Not his serfs alone?

No Argive lord was there; none but his own

Household.

Not any that might know my race,

Or guess?

Thralls, thralls; who ne'er have seen thy face.