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And the homes glow red with the splendours shed
From the torches, with lurid blaze
O'er the sleepers that shine. 550
(Epode)
In that hour to the Mountain Maiden,
Unto Artemis, Zeus's Daughter,
Around mine halls was I singing
In the dance: but a fierce shout murder-laden
Thrilled with foreboding of slaughter
Pergamus' homes, and scared babes flying
Round the skirts of their mothers theirhands were flinging
At that awful outcrying.

Then burst forth War from the place of his hiding, 560
From the lair that Pallas had framed forth-springing;
Troy's altar-pavements with slaughter were streaming.
To her couches a ghastly guest came gliding—
A spectre of headless men, Desolation—
To the foster-mother of warriors bringing,
Unto Hellas, a coronal triumph-gleaming,
And a crown of grief to the Phrygian nation.

Lo Andromachê, Queen, draweth nigh on
A wain of the foe borne high;
On her breast rocked, Hector's scion, 570
Dear Astyanax, doth lie.