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And drew to death with him the prophetess-maid,

When he, avenging Helen’s rape, had laid

Low all Troy’s homes delectable in flame.

But that child-head, his son Orestes, came

Safe to old Strophius, his father’s guest,

Who in the vale dwelt ’neath Parnassus’ crest.

And the years watched that murderess, till they brought her

A son to join with hers her paramour’s slaughter.