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O Queen o'er Argos thronèd high,

O Woman, sister of the twain,

God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,

Whose home is in the deathless sky,

Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,

Toiling to succour men that die:

Long years above us hast thou been,

God-like for gold and marvelled power:

Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour

Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!

Down from the wain, ye dames of Troy, and hold

Mine arm as I dismount

The spoils and gold

Of Ilion I have sent out of my hall

To many shrines. These bondwomen are all

I keep in mine own house Deemst thou the cost

Too rich to pay me for the child I lost—

Fair though they be?

Nay, Mother, here am I

Bond likewise, yea, and homeless, to hold high

Thy royal arm!