Stasimon 3
[Choral]
Move low on the margin of heaven,
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CHORUS.
And the Eagle is risen and ranges
The mid-vault of the skies.
ANOTHER.
No sleeping yet! Up from your couches
And watch on, the sluggards ye are!
The moon-maiden’s lamp is yet burning.
THIRD GUARD.
Oh, the morning is near us, the morning!
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Even now his fore-runner approaches,
DIVERS GUARDS.
Who drew the first night-watch?
ANOTHER.
’Twas one Koroibos, called the Mygdon’s Son.
THE GUARD.
And after?
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THE OTHER.
The Mount Taurus men
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Had second watch: from them again
The Mysians took it. We came then.
A GUARD.
’Tis surely time. Who will go tell
The fifth watch? ’Tis the Lycians’ spell
By now; ’twas thus the portions fell.
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ANOTHER.
Nay, hearken! Again she is crying
Where death-laden Simois falls,
