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The lament that she heard from the awful maids’ snake-heads outshrieking,

As it poured from their lips forth laden with bitterest anguish of grief,

When Perseus had smitten the third, their sister, with bronze death-wreaking,

And bare thence doom to Seriphus’ island-folk and their chief.

Yea, and the wondrous daughters of Phorkys he spoiled of vision,

And bitter for Polydektes his bridal-gift he made,

Bitter his mother’s thraldom, her spousals’ enforced decision,

With the head of Medusa the weirdly beautiful, shorn by the blade