Her head fell back; and now a loud deep Although she saw fate nearer. Then with sob sighs: 25 So long a silence seemed the approach of death, And like it. Once again she raised her voice: 45 "O father! if the ships are now detained, With rose and myrtle if they were inborn; If from Pandion sprang they, on the coast Where stern Athenè raised her citadel, Then olive was intwined with violets Clustered in bosses, regular and large. 10 For various men wore various coronals; But one was their devotion. 'Twas to her Whose laws all follow, her whose smile withdraws The sword from Ares, thunderbolt from Zeus; And whom in his chill caves the mutable 15 Of mind, Poseidon, the sea-king, reveres ; And whom his brother, stubborn Dis, hath prayed |