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PYTHIAN ODES: 9. CYRENE by PINDAR

First Line: SHE LOVED NOT THE WALK TO AND FRO BEFORE THE LOOM
Last Line: AND WILD BEASTS SHALL BE FOUND THERE.

SHE loved not the walk to and fro before the loom
Nor the delight of feasting with her companions
Who kept the house:
But with javelins of brass and a sword
She fought and slew wild beasts,
And gave great peace and quiet
To her father's herds: niggard was she,
Letting her sweet bedfellow,
@3Sleep@1, brush her eyes but briefly, towards the dawn.

The God of the Broad Quiver found her:
Whilst she was wrestling once
Alone with a strong lion, without her spears,
Far-shooting Apollo came on her.
Thereat with a shout
He called Cheiron out of his dwelling,
'Leave your dread cave, son of Philyra, and be amazed
At the courage and great strength of a woman.
Look what a fight she makes, her head unflinching,
Her maiden spirit high
Above the struggle:
Fear makes no winter in her heart.
What mortal begot her? From what stock was she torn

To dwell in the folds of the shadowy hills, and sound
Her unplumbed depths of valour?
Were it no sin to lay my mighty hand on her
And take the delicious pasture of her love?'
-- With softened eyes, the huge Centaur
Dewily laughed: swift and wise was his answer:
'They are secret keys
With which Persuasion knows how to unlock
The sanctuaries of love,
Phoibos: Gods and men are alike
Shy of it being said, when first they come
To some sweet maidenhead.

So you, whom untruth may not touch,
Were led in the honey-sweetness of your mood
To speak with guile.
You ask of what race the girl is --
You, Sire, you know
The appointed end of all, and all paths:
How many leaves in April the earth puts forth,
How many grains of sand
In the sea and in the rivers
Are troubled by the waves and the swirling winds,
And what shall be, and whence it shall come,
You see with clear eyes.
If I must match my own wisdom with that,

I will speak: --
You came to this glade to wed her,
And you will carry her over the sea
To the chosen garden of God.
You will make her there a Queen of Cities,
Gathering an island people
To a hill amidst a plain: but now
Among wide meadows the Lady @3Libya@1
Shall welcome her, your glorious bride,
In gold palaces gladly.
She shall give her at once, that she may dwell beside her,
A portion of land
To yield her fruit of all that grows,
And wild beasts shall be found there.



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