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Fleeing like panic-struck Asian array—

O earth, O earth!—away and away.

Ah me, strange dames, whitherward can I flee,

Through the cloud-dappled welkin my flight up-winging,

Or over the sea

Which the hornèd Ocean with arms enringing

Coileth around earth endlessly?

What is it, Helen's servant, Ida's son?

Ilion, Ilion, woe is me!

Phrygian city, and mount Idæan

Holy and fertile, I wail for thee

In the chariot-pæan, the chariot-pæan,

With cry barbaric!—thy ruin came

Of the bird-born beauty, the swan-plumed dame,

Curst Helen the lovely, Leda's child,

A vengeance-fiend to the towers uppiled

By Apollo of carven stone.

Alas for thy moan, thy moan,

Dardania!—the steeds that Zeus gave erst

For his minion Ganymede, made thee accurst!

Tell clearly all that in the house befell:

For thy first words be vague: I can but guess.