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HECUBA: WHITHER AWAY?, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Wind on the waters blowing
Last Line: And diadem of gold.


WIND on the waters blowing,
Sea wind, borne on by thee
Run ships of sail light-going
Over the heaving sea --
Ay me,
Whither, O whither driven
Shall I with sorrow come,
A captive woman, given
In bondage -- and to whom?
At Dorian port arriven,
Or some Thessalian home
Where shine the fabled waters,
Apidanus' fair daughters,
That feed the level loam.

Shall blade of oar go sweeping
To island harbour bound?
Waits now the house of weeping
In Delos' holy ground?
Ay me,
Laurel and palm-tree plaited
Latona's bower of old,
The green leaf new-created
That holy birth extolled;
There I, so it be fated,
Sad festival shall hold
In choirs that sing a Maiden
With bow and quiver laden,
And diadem of gold.





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