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 From my wanderings set free.—

The cry of the horned maiden dost thou hear?

And how not hear the gadfly-driven child

Of Inachus, who fires the heart of Zeus

With love, and now, to Hera hateful, runs

A round of forced and weary journeyings?

Whence is my father known to thee,

Named by thee even now?

Answer and tell me, weary-laden me,

Who, evil-fated one, art thou?

Thou who true sayings dost to hapless me proclaim,

And namst by name the god-sent malady

That, goading me with frenzy-waking stings,

Thus is wearing me away.

Woe! with famished boundings on-rushing came I nigh,

Thus put to shame

By Hera's wily vengeance. Woe! Woe me! are anywhere