Beam of the mounting Sun!
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O brightest, fairest ray
100
Seven-gated Thebè yet hath seen!
Over the vale where Dircè’s fountains run
At length thou appearedst, eye of golden Day,
And with incitement of thy radiance keen
Spurredst to faster flight
105
The man of Argos hurrying from the fight.
Armed at all points the warrior came,
But driven before thy rising flame
He rode, reverting his pale shield,
Antigone. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.