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 Lo, I have seen it and I dread,—

This maidenhood uncomforted

By love of husband, to and fro

Of Hera driven, and wasted in a maze of woe.

For me be equal the marriage plight,

I blench not. Never upon me light

Eye of some Mightier One

With passion hard to shun!—

Bad battle to brunt, with dearth of all

But utter dearth! What end should fall?

I see not any road

To elude the wiles of God.

This holds unshaken: be the heart of Zeus

Never so hard, a day shall bring him low.

Such marriage hath he toward, that from his height

Most high shall hale him down, his throne shall know him