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Thus as he slumbered in the gloom of night,

The Maid of the Dark Aegis seemed to say.

Upleaping, on his feet he stood upright,

And seized the marvel that beside him lay.

Then joyously to Corinth’s seer he wended,

And to the son of Koiranus he showed

How that strange venture of the night had ended,

How, trusting all the prophet did forebode,

He laid him down to sleep all through the night

Upon the altar in Athene’s fane;

How she, the Child of Him whose lance of light

Is levin, with her own hands did she deign