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Halcyon bird, you that sing your fate as a lament
beside the rocky ridges of the sea, a cry easily understood by the wise, that you are always chanting for your husband; I, wingless bird that I am, compare
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my laments with yours, in my longing for the festivals of
Hellas
, and for Artemis of childbirth, who dwells beside the Cynthian mountain and the palm with delicate leaves
1095
and the well-grown laurel and the holy shoot of gray-green olive, Leto’s dear child, and the lake that rolls about its ripples, where the melodious swan
1100
serves the Muses.
1105
Halcyon bird, you that sing your fate as a lament
beside the rocky ridges of the sea, a cry easily understood by the wise, that you are always chanting for your husband; I, wingless bird that I am, compare
1090
my laments with yours, in my longing for the festivals of
Hellas
, and for Artemis of childbirth, who dwells beside the Cynthian mountain and the palm with delicate leaves
1095
and the well-grown laurel and the holy shoot of gray-green olive, Leto’s dear child, and the lake that rolls about its ripples, where the melodious swan
1100
serves the Muses.
1105
Iphigenia in Tauris. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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