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from vaults of death, from gates of darkness,

Where from the Gods aloof doth Hades dwell,

Polydorus, born of Hecuba, Kisseus' child,

And Priam, who, when peril girt the town

Of Phrygians, by the spear of Greece to fall,

In fear from Troyland privily sent me forth

To Polymestor's halls, his Thracian friend,

Lord of the fair tilth-lands of Chersonese,

Who with the spear rules that horse-loving folk.

And secretly with me my sire sent forth

Much gold, that, should the towers of Ilium fall,

His sons yet living might not beggared be.

Youngest of Priam's house was I: for this

He sent me forth the land, whose youthful arm

Availed not or to sway the shield or spear.

So, while unbowed the land's defences stood,

And yet unshattered were the towers of Troy,

While triumphed yet my brother Hector's spear,

Fair-nurtured by the Thracian, my sire's friend,

Like some young sapling grew I—hapless I!