ErechtheusA Tragedy (New Edition)
That has girded on the girdle of war—

With hands that lightened the skies in sunder

And feet whose fall was followed of thunder,

A God, a great God strange of name,

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With horse-yoke fleeter-hoofed than flame,

To the mountain bed of a maiden came,

Oreithyia, the bride mismated,

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Wofully wed in a snow-strewn bed

With a bridegroom that kisses the bride's mouth dead;

Without garland, without glory, without song,

As a fawn by night on the hills belated,

Given over for a spoil unto the strong.

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From lips how pale so keen a wail

At the grasp of a God's hand on her she gave,

When his breath that darkens air made a havoc of her hair,

It rang from the mountain even to the wave;

Rang with a cry, Woe's me, woe is me!


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