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Out of old days cometh a legend which saith

That the great deep’s fountains rained

On the dark earth’s bosom a deluge of death,

Till, by counsels of Zeus restrained,

The flood-tide sinking with waters shrinking

Swiftly was seaward drained.

And this stone-born generation’s sons

Your grey forefathers were,

All valiant bearers of shields of bronze,

Whom Iapetus’ daughters bare

When they made affiance with Kronos’ scions,

And kings of their blood reigned there,