Helen of Troy
XLIII.

Andrew Lan

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But when the force of flame was burning low,

Then did they drench the pyre with ruddy wine,

And the white bones of Corythus bestow

Within a gold cruse, wrought with many a sign,

And wrapp'd the cruse about with linen fine

And bare it to the tomb: when, lo, the wild

OEnone sprang, with burning eyes divine,

And shriek'd unto the slayer of her child:

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