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Woe's me for the deadly alliance

That hath blasted my city, mine home!

Ah my son, that the curse-haunted line

Of thy bride,—unto me, unto mine

Evil-boding,—had trapped not my scion's

Dear limbs in the toils of the tomb,

In the net of Hermionê's flinging!

O that lightning had first dealt her doom!

And alas that the arrow, death-bringing

To thy sire, stirred a man, for defiance

Of a God, against Phœbus to come!

With a wail ringing up to the sky

In the measures of Hades' abiders will I

Uplift for my lord stricken low lamentation's outcry.

With a wail to the heavens upborne

I take up the strain, ah me, and I mourn

And I weep, the unblest, the ill-fated, the eld-forlorn.

'Tis God's doom: thine affliction God hath wrought.