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I know not: neither stroke of axe was there,
Nor with a spade the mold cast up; the ground
Was firm, the soil unbroken, nor impress'd
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With track of wheels; but he, who did the deed,
Left not a mark behind. When the first watch
Of morning show'd us this, in wild amaze
We stood aghast; for, though no tomb was raised,
The body disappear'd; but the light dust
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Thrown o'er it show'd the hasty work of one
Who fear'd profanely to neglect the dead;
For not the trace of savage beast, or dog,
Who gorged with prey had cover'd it, was seen.
Harsh words with mutual clamour now rose high,
Guard charging guard; we almost came to blows,
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With none to mediate peace; for each to each
Seem'd to have done the deed, yet proof appear'd
'Gainst none: "I know not" was the voice of all.
The mass of burning iron in our hands
We all were prompt to take, to pass through fire,
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To call the gods to witness with firm oath
We did it not, we knew not who design'd,
Or who perform'd the deed. Inquiry now
Was found of no avail, when one proposed
What made us all bend to the earth our heads
Through fear, (and nought against it could we speak,
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Nor knew we how to guide our conduct right)
That this bold deed to thee should be disclosed,
And not conceal'd. This purpose was approved.;
And me, unhappy me, the lot calls forth
To earn this meed. To me no pleasure this;
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No pleasure, well I know, to you I bring.
Unwelcome he, who evil tidings bears.