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Rh Which laid him low in death

With vilest contumely.

And She shall also come,

Dread form, with many a foot, and many a hand,

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Who lieth still in ambush terrible;

For there has come to those

For whom it was not right,

The hot embrace of marriage steeped in blood,

Of evil omen, bed and bride alike;

But, above all, this thought

Fills heart and soul, that ne'er

The boding sign will come unblamed to those

Who did the deed, or shared;

Lo! men can find no prophecies in dreams,

Nor yet in words divine,

Unless it gain its goal,

This vision of the night.

Ah, in the olden time,

Thou chariot race of Pelops, perilous,

How did'st thou come to this our father-land

In long-enduring gloom?

For since he slept beneath the waters deep,

Poor Myrtilos, who fell,

Cast headlong from the chariot bright with gold,