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Rh Ye craved to hear, recounted by herself,

The story of her strivings. Listen now

To what shall follow, to what woefulness

The wrath of Hera must compel this maid.

(To )

And thou, O child of Inachus, within

Thine inmost heart store up these words of mine,

That thou may'st learn thy wanderings and their goal.

First, from this spot toward the sunrise turn,

And cross the steppe that knoweth not the plough:

Thus to the nomad Scythians shalt thou come,

Who dwell in wattled homes, not built on earth

But borne along on wains of sturdy wheel—

Equipped, themselves, with bows of mighty reach.

Pass them avoidingly, and leave their land,

And skirt the beaches where the tides make moan,

Till, lo! upon the left hand thou shalt find

The Chalybes, stout craftsmen of the steel—

Beware of them! no gentleness is theirs,

No kindly welcome to a stranger's foot!

Thence to the Stream of Violence shalt thou come—

Like name, like nature; see thou cross it not,

('Tis fatal to the forder!) till thou come

Right to the very Caucasus, the peak

That overtops the world, and from its brows

The river pants in spray its wrathful stream.

Thence, o'er the pinnacles that court the stars,

Onward and southward thou must take thy way,

And reach the warlike horde of Amazons,

Maidens through hate of man; and gladly they

Will guide thy maiden feet. That host, in days

That are not yet, shall fix their home and dwell

At Themiscyra, on Thermodon's bank,

Nigh whereunto the grim projecting fang

Of Salmydessus' cape affronts the main,