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To Artemis the Queen, blest Goddess, treading 1480
A measure, fane and altar compass ye.
I wash the curse out with the hallowed shedding
Of blood, if this must be.
Mother, for thee my fount of pity streameth
Now—for I may not at the altar weep. 1490
Sing, maidens, Artemis, whose temple gleameth
Toward Chalkis, o'er the deep,
From where, in Aulis' straitened havens, shaken
In fury, spears are at my name uptossed.
Hail, mother-land Pelasgia! Hail, forsaken
Mycenian home—home lost!
Chorus.
Dost thou on the city of Perseus cry, 1500
By the toil of the Cyclopes builded high?
Iphigeneia.
For a light unto Hellas thou fosteredst me,
And I die—O freely I die for thee!
Chorus.
Yea, for thy glory shall never die.
Iphigeneia.
Hail, Light divine!
Hail, Day in whose hands doth the World's Torch shine!
In a strange new life must I dwell,
And a strange new lot must be mine.
Farewell, dear light, farewell! [Exit.