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Fain would I hearken, fain obey,

But my heart's calm slumber-beat dismay

And dread have troubled sore:

And care (ill neighbour I wish away)

Looks in at the open door;

And the trembling flame of fear is fed

Because of the walls encompasséd,

As trembles the dove for her nestling's sake,

For her cradled brood, when the cruel snake

Creeps to their twilight bed.

Hither in complete armour dight

Moveth against these towers

A multiple host; and yonder light

The jagged sling-stone showers.

And our people are smitten from far and near,

And I know not my fate, but I tremble and fear,

And I pray the Gods of race divine

To save the men of Cadmus' line

And the city to Cadmus dear.

Where to redeem your loss shall be found

In earth's wide fields more fertile ground,

If ye yield this land to the foe,

Where, through the deep, rich soil enwound,

The waters of Dirce flow?

Nourisher she of man and mead,

Quencher of thirst and quickener of seed;

No rill more excellent in worth