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 The song of the bringing home of Hesione, that sprang

Of mine own father, bride

Gift-gotten to thy side.

What land have I found? what folk? and there,

One bound with rock as a bridle, bare

To the beating of storms! who is it? who?

What sin hath gotten such pains for due?

O speak, declare,

What end of the earth am I come unto?

Ah! ah! there! there!

Again the sting! the sting!

Nay, but I know thee, ghost

Of Argos, clod-born thing.

Cover him, Earth! I am lost:

He haunts me still, appals,—