Stasimon 3
[Choral 1]
O swift Phoenician ship of Sidon, dear to the surging waves, mother of the oar, leader of the lovely dancing
Chorus
of dolphins, when the sea is clear of breezes and Ocean’s gray-green daughter, spirit of calm, says these words: Spread your sails
1455
to the sea-breezes, as you go on your way, grasp your oars of pine, oh! sailors, sailors, speeding Helen on her way to the shore with good harbor, where once Perseus lived..
1460
Perhaps you may find the daughters of Leukippos beside the swell of the river or before the temple of Pallas, when at last you join in the dances or the revels of Hyakinthos
1465
in night-long joy—Hyakinthos, whom Phoebus killed with the round discus, contesting for the farthest throw—a day of the sacrifice of oxen in the Lakonian land;
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the son of Zeus declared that his race would be honored; and you may find the girl whom you left at home, Hermione, for as yet no torch has lit the way to her marriage.
1475
[Choral 2]
Oh, that we had wings to cleave the air, where the birds of Libya go in their ranks,
Chorus
leaving the winter rain, obedient to the piping of their veteran leader, who raises his exultant cry
1480
as he wings his way over unmoistened and crop-bearing plains of the earth. O you winged long-necked comrades of the racing clouds, go on beneath the Pleiades in their central station
1485
and Orion of the night; deliver the message, as you settle on Eurotas’ banks, that Menelaos has sacked the city of Dardanos, and will come home.
1490
May you come at last, speeding over your horses’ path through the sky, sons of Tyndareus, under the whirling of the radiant stars; you who dwell in heaven, Helen’s rescuers,
1495
go over the gray-green swell and the dark gray surge of sea-waves, sending the sailors
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favoring breezes from Zeus; and cast away from your sister her ill-fame from marriage with a barbarian, the punishment she received from the contest on Ida;
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but she never went to the land of Ilion, to the towers of Phoebus.
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