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 More famed shalt thou grow than the watchman of the gods! Peer forth, then, from thy prison,

"Rage and longing, fetters and wrath, Tears and torment are thine; Where thou sittest down  my doom is on thee Of heavy heart And double dole.

"In the giants' home shall vile things harm thee Each day with evil deeds; Grief shalt thou get  instead of gladness, And sorrow to suffer with tears.

"With three-headed giants thou shalt dwell ever, Or never know a husband; (Let longing grip thee,  let wasting waste thee,—)