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Where gloomed the forest-solitudes around her

She grappled a fierce lion once in fight

Spearless. Then He of the far arrow-flight,

Apollo, God of the wide quiver, found her.

Straightway amazement-stricken did he cry on

Cheiron, whose rocky hall was hard thereby:

“Leave thou thine hallowed cave, O Philyra’s scion;

Gaze on the mighty strength with wondering eye

Of yonder woman, how with brow undaunted

She wages conflict grim! Not terror-haunted

Her spirit is in peril’s tempest-rush:

Her iron heart no weight of toil can crush!

What sire begat a child so lion-hearted?

From what strong kindred is she exile-parted,