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This isle committed unto Dorian hands

To be Heaven’s stewards, since, in Aiakus’ days,

When Phoebus and the Girder of all lands

A tower-coronal for Troy would raise,

And as their fellow-builder bade him come

To rear that wall, which should, when wars awoke,

Breathe out, when battle brought her day of doom,

Wild-billowing smoke.