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480 Out of mine hands, lo, he ran—

Where on him now shall I light?

Unto whom shall I liken him—him, who with foot unafraid through the night

Passed ranks, passed many a sentinel-post?

A Thessalian is he?

Doth he dwell in a town that from Locris' coast

Looketh over the sea?

Liveth he mid the isles far-scattered that lie?

Who?—whence?—what fatherland-home doth he boast?

Of the Gods whom doth he confess most high?

Whose deed is this?—Odysseus' dark design?

Yea, if from his past deeds we may divine.

Ha, thinkest thou so?

Yea, how should I not?

A daring foe unto us, I wot!

Whose courage, what man, dost thou praise?

Odysseus the chief.