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Ah, be the gates secure, be the brass-clamped bolts made sure

In the walls that Amphion in days bygone

Fashioned of stone?

Fear not; the city wards all safe within.

Mark yonder foremost chief, if thou wouldst know him.

Who is he with the white helm-crest

Who marcheth in front of their war-array,

And a brazen buckler fencing his breast

Lightly his arm doth sway?

A captain, princess.

What his land, his birth?

Make answer, ancient. What name beareth he?

Yon chief proclaims him of Mycenian race:

By streams of Lerna King Hippomedon dwells.

Ah me, how haughty, how fearful he is to see,

Like to a Giant, a child of Earth!

Star-blazonry gleams on his shield: not like is he

Unto one of mortal birth.