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The daughter of Phlegyas, lord of the car,

Not yet with help of the Travail-queen

Had borne that Healer renowned afar,

Ere by Artemis’ golden arrows keen

In her bride-bower stricken to death she lay,

And trod the unreturning way

Unto Hades’ halls; for Apollo had seen

The transgression that slew his love in a day.

For the wrath of the Sons of Zeus not in vain

Burns. In her folly she dared think scorn

Of his anger: unknown to her sire had she ta’en

To her arms a human lover, forsworn

To her bridal troth, to her plighted word,

To the love of Apollo the Archer-lord

Of the hair unshorn,