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Ah, but the Wildwood Maids made moan for the beautiful dead;

And of all the tears that to earth from their eyes for her sake they shed

A fountain the Goddesses made, and the name of it far and wide

Hath been heard, even Kleitê, the name of a most unhappy bride.

Ah, that was the darkest day that from Zeus did ever befall{1070}

The daughters and sons of the Dolian race, and in none of them all

Was there spirit to taste of food, and their hands for a weary while

By reason of grief hung down, and forgat the millstone’s toil:

But their lives dragged on, while untouched of the fire was the food that they ate.

Yea, the Ionian folk that in Kyzikus dwell even yet,

When they pour drink-offerings year by year, at the city’s mill

Grind ever their corn, for the querns in the houses of mourning are still.

And the wild winds woke at the sound of their mourning to shriek and to rave

Twelve days, twelve nights; and prisoned by wrath of wind and wave

Tarried the heroes from sailing, until, on the thirteenth night,{1080}