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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
How "Vainly—any whither in the worldDirecting or land-labour or sea-search—To Lukia or the sand-waste, Ammon's seat—Might you set free their hapless lady's soulFrom the abrupt Fate's footstep instant now.Not a sheep-sacrificer at the hearthsOf Gods had they to go to: one there wasWho, if his eyes saw light still,—Phoibos' son,—Had wrought so, she might leave the shadowy placeAnd Hades' portal; for he propped up Death'sSubdued ones, till the Zeus-flung thunder-flameStruck him: and now what hope of life to hailWith open arms? For, all the king could doIs done already,—not one God whereof The altar fails to reek with sacrifice:And for assuagement of these evils—nought!"
But here they broke off, for a matron moved
