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Why raise for Loxias these cries of bale?

Not he the god to need the mourner's wail.

Ah me! alas! Gods, Earth!

Apollo, O Apollo!

Once more she calleth with ill-omened cry,

The god who hath no part in misery.

Apollo, O Apollo!

Thou way-god! my destroyer!

Once more thou hast destroyed me utterly.

She seems about to augur her own ills;

Heaven's breathing e'en in bonds her spirit fills.

Apollo, O Apollo!

Thou way-god! my destroyer!

Ah, whither hast thou led me? to what roof?

To the Atreidan; an thou dost not know

I tell thee; thou'lt not say it is not so.