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Fear not: to the sacred town shalt thou fare

Of Pallas all safely: be strong to bear.

Fold me around, breast close to breast,

O brother, O loved!—of all loved best!

For the curse of a mother's blood must sever

From our sire's halls us, for ever—for ever!

Fling thee on me! Cling close, mine own!

As over the grave of the dead make moan.

Alas and alas!—for thy pitiful wail

Even Gods' hearts fail;

For with me and with all the Abiders on High

Is compassion for mortals' misery.

I shall look upon thee not again—not again!

Nor my yearning eyes upon thee shall I strain!

The last words these we may speak, we twain!

O city, farewell;

Farewell, ye maidens therein that dwell!