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Rh With Muses, made me bear this hapless child.

For, as I waded through the river's flow,

Lo, I was clasped in Strymon's fruitful couch,

What time we came unto Pangaios' ridge,

Whose dust is gold, with flute and lyre arrayed,

We Muses, for great strife of minstrelsy

With Thracia's cunning bard ; and we made blind

Thamyris, who full oft had mocked our skill.

And, when I bare thee, shamed before my sisters,

And for my maidenhead, down thy sire's fair swirls

I cast thee; and to nurse thee Strymon chose

Arms of no mortal, but the Fountain-maids.

There reared in glorious fashion by the Nymphs,

Thou ruledst Thrace, a king of men, my child.

While through thy native land thou didst achieve

Great deeds of war, I feared not for thy life;

But still I warned thee never to fare to Troy,

Knowing thy doom: but Hector's embassies,

And messages untold that elders bare,

Wrought on thee to set forth to aid thy friends.

Athena, thou art cause of all this doom!

Nought did Odysseus, neither Tydeus' son,

With all their doings: —think not I am blind!

And yet thine Athens we with honour crown:

My sister Song-queens chiefly haunt thy land;

And the torch-march of those veiled Mysteries

Did Orpheus teach her, cousin of the dead—

This dead, whom thou hast slain! Musaius too,

Thy citizen revered, the chiefest bard

Of men, him Phœbus and the Muses trained:—