So when of her harlotry Phoebus was ware
With the stranger Ischys Eilatus’ son,
And her godless guile in his sight lay bare,
Then sent he against that faithless one
His sister Artemis rushing with might
Of a Goddess whose arrows resistlessly smite
Unto Lakereia, by whose walls shine
The mere Boebeïs’ waters bright,
Whereby did the woman unwedded abide
Whom her evil genius misled to the doom
Which destroyed her; and many a neighbour died
With her, by her sin dragged down to the tomb,
As when on a mountain the fire that hath leapt
From one spark over a forest hath swept,
And doth wholly consume.