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Yet not in scorn we chant, but in honour of Aphrodite;

She truly and Hera alone have power with Zeus and control.

Holy the deeds of her rite, her craft is secret and mighty,

And high is her honour on earth, and subtle her sway of the soul.

Yea, and her child is Desire: in the train of his mother he goeth—

Yea and Persuasion soft-lipped, whom none can deny or repel:

Cometh Harmonia too, on whom Aphrodite bestoweth

The whispering parley, the paths of the rapture that lovers love well.

Ah, but I tremble and quake lest again they should sail to reclaim!

Alas for the sorrow to come, the blood and the carnage of war.

Ah, by whose will was it done that o'er the wide ocean they came,

Guided by favouring winds, and wafted by sail and by oar?

Peace! for what Fate hath ordained will surely not tarry but come;

Wide is the counsel of Zeus, by no man escaped or withstood: