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374 And evermore among mankind shall live

The mighty record of thy passage there,

For men from thee shall call it Bosporos.

Quitting the plain of Europe, thou shalt come

To Asia's continent.—How think ye? say,

Seems not the monarch of the gods to be

Ruthless alike in all? For he, a god,

Yearning to meet in love a mortal maid,

Upon her did impose these wanderings?

A bitter wooer hast thou found, O maid,

For wedlock bond;—for what thine ears have heard

Account not e'en the prelude to thy toils.

Ah woe is me! Woe! Woe!

Anew dost shriek and moan? What wilt thou do

When thou the remnant of thy woe hast heard?

How, hast thou aught of sorrow yet to tell?

Ay, sea tempestuous of all-baleful grief.

What boots it then to live? Why not with speed

Hurl myself headlong from this rugged cliff,

That, dashed upon the ground, I from my woes

Respite may find? Better to die at once

Than all my days to linger out in pain.