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Him through the sedges afar the sad-eyed maiden of Minos,
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Likest a Bacchant-girl stone-carven, (O her sorrow!)
’Spies, a-tossing the while on sorest billows of love-care.
Now no more on her blood-hued hair fine fillets retains she,
No more now light veil conceals her bosom erst hidden,
Now no more smooth zone contains her milky-hued paplets:
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All gear dropping adown from every part of her person
Thrown, lie fronting her feet to the briny wavelets a sea-toy.
But at such now no more of her veil or her fillet a-floating
Had she regard: on you, Theseus! all of her heart-strength,
All of her sprite, her mind, forlorn, were evermore hanging.
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Ah, sad soul, by grief and grievance driven beside you,
Sowed Erycina first those brambly cares in thy bosom,
What while issuing fierce with will enstarkened, Theseus
Forth from thebow-bent shore Piraean putting a-seawards
Reacht the Gortynian roofs where dwelt the injurious Monarch.
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For ’twas told of yore how forced by pestilence cruel,
Eke as a blood rite due for the Androgeonian murder,
Many a chosen youth and the bloom of damsels unmarried
Food for the Minotaur, Cecropia was wont to befurnish.