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Rh For the foot of the goat, where the vulture sits lonely, and none may descry

The pinnacle veiled in the cloud, the highest and sheerest of all,

Ere to wedlock that rendeth my heart, and love that is loveless, I fall!

Yea, a prey to the dogs and the birds of the mount will I give me to be,—

From wailing and curse and pollution it is death, only death, sets me free:

Let death come upon me before to the ravisher's bed I am thrust;

What champion, what saviour but death can I find, or what refuge from lust?

I will utter my shriek of entreaty, a prayer that shrills up to the sky,

That calleth the gods to compassion, a tuneful, a pitiful cry,

That is loud to invoke the releaser. O father, look down on the fight;

Look down in thy wrath on the wronger, with eyes that are eager for right.

Zeus, thou that art lord of the world, whose kingdom is strong over all,

Have mercy on us! At thine altar for refuge and safety we call.

For the race of Aegyptus is fierce, with greed and with malice afire;

They cry as the questing hounds, they sweep with the speed of desire.

But thine is the balance of fate, thou rulest the wavering scale,

And without thee no mortal emprise shall have strength to achieve or prevail.