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220 There chanting of Artemis' bow all-golden,

And the brows with the frontlet of gold enfolden,

With the Delian maidens our voices blending?

(Str. 2) Or in Pallas's Town to the car all-glorious

Shall I yoke the steeds on the saffron -glowing

Veil of Athênê, where flush victorious

The garlands that cunningest fingers are throwing

In manifold hues on its folds wide-flowing,—

Or the brood of the Titans whom lightnings, that fell

Flame-wrapt from Kronion, in long sleep quell?

(Ant. 2) Woe for our babes, for our fathers hoary!

Woe for our country, mid smoke and smoulder

Crashing to ruin, and all her glory

Spear-spoiled!—and an alien land shall behold her

Bond who was free; for that Asia's shoulder

Is bowed under Europe's yoke, and I dwell,

An exile from home, in a dungeon of hell.

Enter Talthybius.

Where shall I find her that of late was queen

Of Ilium, Hecuba, ye maids of Troy?

Lo there, anigh thee, on the ground outstretched,

Talthybius, lies she muffled in her robes.