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486 But now no longer—no,

As long as life shall flow;

This let him know with whom is wisdom found;

And ye, Ο streams, that glide,

Scamandros, murmuring near,

Friend to the Argives dear,

No longer at your side

Shall ye this hero see,

Of whom I dare proclaim,

Though great the boast, that of all Hellenes he

To Troïa came of mightiest name and fame;

But now, disgraced and whelmed with infamy,

All helpless here I lie.

Ο glorious Salamis!

Thou dwellest where the salt waves hurl their sprays,

Crowned with all brightest bliss,

And all men own thee worthy of great praise;

And I (ah, wretched me!

The time is long since I abandoned thee)

In Ida staying still,

Or when the frost was chill,

Or when the grass was green upon the hill,

Through all the long, long months innumerable,

Here, worn with sorrow, dwell.

And Aias with us still,

Stays as fresh foe, and difficult to heal,

Dwelling with frenzied ill;

Whom thou of old did'st send with sword of steel,