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Rh Which drank the poisoned blood of dying Hercules; And here the fatal billet that Althaea burned In vengeance on her son. These plumes the Harpies left Within their caverned lair when Zetes drove them forth; And these the feathers of that vile Stymphalian bird Which arrows, dipped in Lerna's deadly poison, pierced.

But lo! mine altar fires resound! While in the tripod's answering voice Behold the present deity! I see the car of Trivia, Not full and clear as when she drives The livelong night to meet the dawn; But with a baleful, lurid glare, As, harried by Thessalian cries, She holds a more restricted course. Send such uncanny light abroad! Fill mortals with a dread unknown; And let our Corinth's priceless bronze Resound, Dictynna, for thy aid! To thee a solemn sacrifice On bloody altar do we pay! To thee, snatched from the mournful tomb, The blazing torch nocturnal burns; On thee I call with tossing head, And many a frantic gesture make; Corpselike upon the bier I lie, My hair with priestly fillet bound; Before thy awful shrine is waved The branch in Stygian waters dipped.

And, calling on thy name, with gleaming shoulders bared, Like Bacchus' mad adorers, will I lash my arms With sacrificial knife. Now let my life-blood flow! And let my hands be used to draw the deadly sword, And learn to shed belove'd blood! [She cuts her arm and lets the blood flow upon the altar.] Behold, self-stricken have I poured the sacrifice!

But if too oft upon thy name I call, I pray forgive this importunity! The cause, O Hecate, of all my prayers