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Rh When I another sight of terror tell—

Beware the Gryphon pack, the hounds of Zeus,

As keen of fang as silent of their tongues!

Beware the one-eyed Arimaspian band

That tramp on horse-hoofs, dwelling by the ford

Of Pluto and the stream that flows with gold:

Keep thou aloof from these. To the world's end

Thou comest at the last, the dark-faced tribe

That dwell beside the sources of the sun,

Where springs the river, Aethiopian named.

Make thou thy way along his bank, until

Thou come unto the mighty downward slope

Where from the overland of Bybline hills

Nile pours his hallowed earth-refreshing wave.

He by his course shall guide thee to the realm

Named from himself, three-angled, water-girt;

There, Io, at the last, hath Fate ordained,

For thee and for thy race, the charge to found,

Far from thy native shore, a new abode.

Lo, I have said: if aught hereof appear

Hard to thy sense and inarticulate,

Question me o'er again, and soothly learn—

God wot, I have too much of leisure here!

If there be aught beyond, or aught pass'd o'er,

Which thou canst utter, of her woe-worn maze,

Speak on! if all is said, then grant to us

That which we asked, as thou rememberest.

She now hath learned, unto its utmost end,

Her pilgrimage; but yet, that she may know

That 'tis no futile fable she hath heard,