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Rh A huger hecatomb than Julian's Insensate sacrifice of snow white bulls From his last altar to Apollo flame, Soon shall Himself, his temple, and his grove Go up in fire.

Torches, torches, lights.

Ion, the troopers tarry still to come. These Galileans, factious and turbulent, Sudden and fierce as Phyrminos in flood, Threaten the shrine of Helios himself,

( climbs over wall )

So gliding by the hidden postern door Fleet under shadow of the cedar trees Along the line of Trajan's aqueduct, And give the alarm in Antioch.