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His lord, the ruler of Syracuse-town,

The king who joyeth in gallant steeds.

Flasheth afar his name’s renown,

Flasheth from Sicily far oversea

Where Pelops, the exile from Lydia’s meads,

Founded a hero-colony⁠—

Pelops, beloved of the Earth-enfolder,

Poseidon the strong, when the Fate of the Thread

Drew him resplendent with ivory shoulder

From the undefiled laver, whom men deemed dead.

There be marvels full many; and fables hoary

With inventions manifold broidered o’er

Falsify legend, I wot, with a story

Wherein truth liveth no more.