Helen Redeemed and Other Poems
Gleamed the gold basilisk, and goodly greaves.

These bore he without word; but when from sheaves

Of spears they picked the great ash Pelian

Poseidon gave to Peleus, God to a man,

For no man's manège else—than all men's fear:

"Dry and cold fighting for thee this day, my spear,"

Quoth he. And so when one the golden shield

Immortal, daedal, for no one else to wield,

Cast o'er his head, he frowned: "On thy bright face

Let me see who shall dare a dint," he says,

And stood in thought full-armed; thereafter poured

Libation at the tent-door to the Lord

Of earth and sky, and prayed, saying: "O Thou

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That hauntest dark Dodona, hear me now,

Since that the shadowing arm of Time is flung

Far over me, but cloudeth me full young.

Scatheless I vow them. Let one Trojan cast

His spear and loose my spirit. Rage is past

Though I go forth my most provocative


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