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(Ant. 4)
But the land of Peneius, Olympus' footstool fair,
The hallowed vale—
I have heard of the store of its wealth; earth's increase there
Doth never fail.
It is there I would be, if on Theseus' sacred shore
No home waits me.
And the land of the Fire-god, that looks from Etna o'er 220
Phœnicia's sea,
Even Sicily, mother of hills,—her fame I hear,
Her prowess-pride:—
Or content could I dwell in the land that coucheth near
Ionia's tide.
Which is watered of Krathis, the lovely stream that stains
Dark hair bright gold,
Of whose fountains most holy her hero-nursing plains
Win wealth untold.
Lo, from the Danaan war-host, laden 230
With tidings, unto us draws nigh
A herald speeding hastily.
What hest brings he?—henceforth bondmaiden
Of Dorian land am I!
Enter Talthybius.
Talthybius.
On many journeyings, Hecuba, to and fro 235
I have passed, thou knowest, 'twixt the host and Troy;