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'Twould take a many words to make all plain—
But of this seed a hero shall be born,
Far famous at the bow, who from these woes
Shall set me free—this prophecy revealed 900 (892)
My eldborn mother Titan Themis to me—
But how and why 'twould take a many words
To tell, and thou wouldst nothing gain by knowing
Io.
Alas! out alas!
The convulsive pang again and the rage 905 (897)
Of my madness burn in my heart; and the fly
With a dart that is worse than if forged in the fire
Is piercing my flesh;
And my heart for fear knocks hard at my breast,
And my eyes spin round in a dizzy whirl; 910 (901)
I am hurled adrift by the passionate blast
Of frenzy, and no more master my tongue,
But my troubled words tumultuous beat
At the waves of this hideous storm.
