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The priest, the Goddess' pleasure to enquire—
For me ill doom, for Hellas travail sore.
The wise man in his house should keep a wife
Helpful and good—or never take a bride.^[1] 750

(Str.)
Unto Simoïs, unto the silver-swirling
Eddies, shall come the Hellene host,
With galleys, with battle-gear onward hurling
To the plain of Phœbus, the Troyland coast,
Where tosseth Kassandra her tresses golden
With their garlands of green-leaved bay enfolden,
As they tell, when by mighty compulsion holden 760
Her soul is on storm-winds of prophecy tost.
(Ant.)
On the heights of their towers shall the Trojans, enringing
The ramparts of Troy, in their harness stand,
When over the waters the War-god, bringing
The stately galleys with oars, to the strand
Draweth near, where the runnels of Simoïs are sliding,
To hale her, in Priam's halls who is hiding—
Sister of Zeus' sons heaven-abiding— 770
With buckler and spear unto Hellas-land.
(Epode.)
And the War-fiend shall girdle with slaughter
Pergamus' towers of stone,
And the captive's head back bend
That the throat-shearing blade may descend,
When low in the dust he hath brought her,
Troy, from her height overthrown.