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And afar from the rock's sheer crest
A shout did the Troy-folk fling—
"Come, ye that from troubles have now found rest,
And the sacred image bring
To the Ilian Maid^[1] Zeus bare!"
Who then of the youths but was there?
What hoary head but from home forth sped,
With songs that ruin-snare
Encompassing? 530
(Ant. 1)
Swift streamed they all to the gate,
The children of Dardanus' line,
With the Argives' gift to propitiate
The Maid supreme of the deathless team^[2]:
And to Phrygia's curse, to the ambushed fate
That was pent in the mountain-pine,
The coils of the flax have they tied.
Like a dark ship on did it glide
To the marble-gleam of the fane, with the stream
Of our fatherland's blood to be dyed,
Even Pallas' shrine. 540

Now over their toil and their glee
Spread black night's wings divine;
But the flute still pealeth merrily,
Still wreathe the dancers and twine
The fairy-footed maze;
And the jubilant chant they raise;