“Even as when the maid of PandarusThe greenwood nightingale melodious,Amid the thickening leafage sits and singsWhen the young spring is waving over us:{{pb}}And she with many a note and hurrying trillPours forth her liquid voice, lamenting stillHer own son Itylus, King Zethus' child,Whom long ago her folly made her kill.”

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