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She could not for her full time hide the blossom

Of a God’s love from Aipytus: keen dread

And wrath no words might utter racked his bosom.

For light in darkness Pytho-ward he sped.

She laid the while her girdle crimson-twined

’Neath boughs dark-shadowing, and her silver ewer.

And there she bore a boy of godlike mind;

For golden-haired Apollo drew unto her

The Fates, and Eileithyia travail-kind.