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So when they beheld the Argo’s oars flashing down to their coast,

Forth from the gates of Myrinê straightway in one great host

Clad in their harness of battle down to the beach they poured

Like unto ravening Thyiads: they weened that the Thracian horde

Were come: and there was Hypsipylê clad in the war-array

Of Thoas her father: and all these speechless with wildered dismay

Streamed down,—such panic was wafted about them all that day.

But forth of the galley the while had the chieftains sent to the shore{640}

Aithalides, their herald swift, the man who bore

Charge of their messages, yea, and the wand they committed to him

Of Hermes his sire, who had given him memory never made dim

Of all things:—yea, nor forgetfulness swept even now o’er his soul

Of long-left Acheron’s flow, where the torrents unspeakable roll.

For the doom of his spirit is fixed, to and fro evermore is it swept,

Now numbered with ghosts underground, now back to the light hath it leapt,

To the beams of the sun among living men:—but why should I tell