Stasimon 3
[Choral]
’Twas one Koroibos, called the Mygdon’s Son.
THE GUARD.
And after?
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THE OTHER.
The Mount Taurus men
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Had second watch: from them again
The Mysians took it. We came then.
A GUARD.
’Tis surely time. Who will go tell
The fifth watch? ’Tis the Lycians’ spell
By now; ’twas thus the portions fell.
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ANOTHER.
Nay, hearken! Again she is crying
Where death-laden Simois falls,
Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,
Of grief grown to music and wonder:
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Most changeful and old and undying
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The nightingale calls.
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And on Ida the shepherds are waking
Their flocks for the upland. I hear
The skirl of a pipe very distant.
And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.
’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
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DIVERS GUARDS
Why have we still no word nor sign
Of that scout in the Argive line?
ANOTHER.
I know not; he is long delayed.
God send he trip not on the blade
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Of some Greek in an ambuscade!
It may be. I am half afraid.
LEADER.
Our time is past! Up, men, and tell
The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell
Now, as the portions fairly fell.
