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There came a man from Troy, and told [Strophe 2.
⁠Here in the haven,
How, orb on orb, to strike with cold
The Trojan, o'er that targe of gold,
⁠Dread shapes were graven.
All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on wingèd feet, above
⁠The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and bleeding hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
⁠God's Hermes, flew beside him.

But midmost, where the boss rose higher, [Antistrophe 2.
⁠A sun stood blazing,
And wingèd steeds, and stars in choir,
Hyad and Pleiad, fire on fire,
⁠For Hector's dazing:
Across the golden helm, each way,
Two taloned Sphinxes held their prey,
⁠Song-drawn to slaughter:
And round the breastplate ramping came
A mingled breed of lion and flame,
Hot-eyed to tear that steed of fame
⁠That found Pirênê's water.

The red red sword with steeds four-yoked [Epode.
⁠Black-maned, was graven,
That laboured, and the hot dust smoked
⁠Cloudwise to heaven.