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By such trial it was that Klymenus’ son

Silenced the Lemnian women’s taunting

Who mocked at his tresses grey;

For the foot-race in armour of bronze he won.

To Hypsipyle then with no vain vaunting,

As he passed to be crowned, did he say:

“Lo there, my fleetness of foot have ye seen!

And mine hands be as strong, and mine heart as keen.

Ay, and not seldom silver-hoary

Show the tresses of young men, long ere the story

Hath been told of their life’s spring-day.”