Στροφή Β + 

Or it may be my bitter doom + 

To stand a handmaid at the loom, + 

In distant Athens of supreme renown; + 

And weave some wondrous tapestry, + 

Or work in bright embroidery, + 

Upon the crocus-flowered robe and saffron-coloured gown, + 

The flying horses wrought in gold, + 

The silver chariot onward rolled + 

That bears Athena through the Town; + 

Or the warring giants that strove to climb + 

From earth to heaven to reign as kings, + 

And Zeus the conquering son of Time + 

Borne on the hurricane’s eagle wings; + 

And the lightning flame and the bolts that fell + 

From the risen cloud at the god’s behest, + 

And hurled the rebels to darkness of hell, + 

To a sleep without slumber or waking or rest. + 