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When the might of Pan is prevailing,
And the gorges where cataracts stream 190
Ring to her scream.

(Str. 2)
O Hellas' daughters, ye
By strange oars borne o'ersea,
One from Achaia faring,
Tears unto my tears bearing,
Tells Ilium's overthrow
Wrapt in the red flame's glow,
Through murderess me laid low—
This baleful name of me!
Of Leda hath he told, self-slain 200
By the death-noose's strangling strain,
Her heart for my shame anguish-riven:—
Tells of my lord,—o'er far seas driven
Now hath he vanished tempest-tost;—
Of Kastor and his brother lost
From earth, their country's twin-born boast:
Where hoofs have thundered, athletes striven,
Eurotas' reeds and racecourse-plain
Wait these in vain.

(Ant. 2)
Woe for thy misery, 210
The weird ordained for thee,
Foredoomed to days of weeping
Since Zeus through clouds down-sweeping,
A swan with wings of snow,