Chapter_195

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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.