The Helots
The kings of the earth
He sees, and his anger 1Is pregnant, his curses are fruitful of birth.
He sees, and his anger 1Is pregnant, his curses are fruitful of birth.
Not crowned Aphrodite
Gold-girdled, is ours,
But a goddess more mighty
Who burns and devours
All love and is girt with a serpent—with thorns, and sick nightshade for flowers.
Gold-girdled, is ours,
But a goddess more mighty
Who burns and devours
All love and is girt with a serpent—with thorns, and sick nightshade for flowers.
No pale Dionysus,
No madness divine,
Can lure or entice us
With fury of wine
From the tendrils of bitter vine garlands, which poison our hearts as they twine.
No madness divine,
Can lure or entice us
With fury of wine
From the tendrils of bitter vine garlands, which poison our hearts as they twine.
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