Lo, joy-cries to fright the Destroyer; a flash in the dark they rise,

Then die by the sobs overladen.

Send help, O heaven-born Maiden,

Let us look on the light of her eyes!

vv. 190-217  [Pg 13][To Zeus, that he drive out the Slayer,

vv. 190-217  [Pg 13]

Zeus

And Ares, the abhorred

Slayer, who bears no sword,

But shrieking, wrapped in fire, stands over me,

Make that he turn, yea, fly

Broken, wind-wasted, high

Down the vexed hollow of the Vaster Sea;

Or back to his own Thrace,

To harbour shelterless.

Where Night hath spared, he bringeth end by day.

Him, Him, O thou whose hand

Beareth the lightning brand,

O Father Zeus, now with thy thunder, slay and slay!

[To Apollo, Artemis, and Dionysus.

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