Helen of Troy
XLV.

Andrew Lan

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Yea, Muses and Sea-maidens sang his dirge,

And mightily the chant arose and shrill,

And wondrous echoes answer'd from the surge

Of the grey sea, and from the holy hill

Of Ida; and the heavy clouds and chill

Were gathering like mourners, sad and slow,

And Zeus did thunder mightily, and fill

The dells and glades of Ida deep with snow.

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