Chorus.
(Str. 1)
O Pelias' daughter, I hail thee:
I waft thee eternal farewell
To thine home where the darkness must veil thee,
Where in Hades unsunned thou shalt dwell.
Know, Dark-haired, thy grey Spirit-wafter
Hath sped not with twy-plashing oar 440
Woman nobler, nor shall speed hereafter
To Acheron's shore.
(Ant. 1)
For the seven-stringed shell, or for pæan
Unharped, shall thy fame be a song,
When o'er Sparta the moon Karnean
High rideth the whole night long.
And in Athens the wealthy and splendid
Shall thy name on her bards' lips ring,
Such a theme hast thou left to be blended
With the lays that they sing.
(Str. 2)
O that the power were but in me,
From the chambers of Hades, to light,
And from streams of Cocytus, to win thee
With the oar of the River of Night!
O dear among women, strong-hearted 460
From Hades to ransom thy lord!
Never spirit in such wise departed.
Light lie on thee, Lady, the sward!
And, if ever thine husband shall mate him
Again with a bride in thy stead,
I will loathe him, his children shall hate him,
