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Oh, that we had wings to cleave the air, where the birds of
Libya
go in their ranks,
leaving the winter rain, obedient to the piping of their veteran leader, who raises his exultant cry
1480
as he wings his way over unmoistened and crop-bearing plains of the earth. O you winged long-necked comrades of the racing clouds, go on beneath the Pleiades in their central station
1485
and Orion of the night; deliver the message, as you settle on Eurotas’ banks, that Menelaos has sacked the city of
Dardanos
, and will come home.
1490
Oh, that we had wings to cleave the air, where the birds of
Libya
go in their ranks,
leaving the winter rain, obedient to the piping of their veteran leader, who raises his exultant cry
1480
as he wings his way over unmoistened and crop-bearing plains of the earth. O you winged long-necked comrades of the racing clouds, go on beneath the Pleiades in their central station
1485
and Orion of the night; deliver the message, as you settle on Eurotas’ banks, that Menelaos has sacked the city of
Dardanos
, and will come home.
1490
Helen. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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