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Then for those great Games he ordained for ever

Just judgment and a Five-year Festival

By the steep banks of Alpheus’ hallowed river.

But of fair trees and tall

In Kronian Pelops’ glen, that chosen place,

His garden-close, was as a desert bare.

Him-seemed it lay unscreened beneath the blaze

Of scorching Helios’ arrow-darting rays.

Wherefore he yearned to fare