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 'Twould take a many words to make all plain—

But of this seed a hero shall be born,

Far famous at the bow, who from these woes

Shall set me free—this prophecy revealed

My eldborn mother Titan Themis to me—

But how and why 'twould take a many words

To tell, and thou wouldst nothing gain by knowing

Alas! out alas!

The convulsive pang again and the rage

Of my madness burn in my heart; and the fly

With a dart that is worse than if forged in the fire

Is piercing my flesh;

And my heart for fear knocks hard at my breast,

And my eyes spin round in a dizzy whirl;

I am hurled adrift by the passionate blast

Of frenzy, and no more master my tongue,

But my troubled words tumultuous beat

At the waves of this hideous storm.