chorus song 4

Still, the story finds a place in time-honored legends. Now on Dapan, the steward of husbandry, came breathing, to lift music on his joint pipe, and brought with him, for its tender, dam-mounted arg of sills, a beauteous lamb with fleece on gold, and stood a herald high above the rock, and cried aloud, away to the place of assembly, a folk of Meknine, to behold the strange and awful sight of Valshud, to our blessed rulers. Anon, the dancer, did obedience to the family of Atreus, the altar steps of beaten gold were draped, and though the arg of town, the altar's blaze of fire, sweet rose, the loose clear note, the handmaid of the muse's song, and ballads fair were written on the golden lamb, saying that Theseus had the luck, for he won the guilty love of the wife of Atreus, and carried out to his house, the strange creature, and then, coming before the assembled folk, he declared to them that he was in his house. The horned beast with fleece of gold, in the same self-hour, it was as if it changed the radiant courses of the stars, in the light of the sun, and the joyous face of dawn, and drave his car, award the western sky with fervent heat, from heaven's fires, while northward fled the raiding clouds, the monster, and grew, part in fate, and void of view, when it was robbed from heaven's genial showers, to said, though I scarce believe it, the sun turned round his glowing throne of gold, to hex the sons of men, but his change, because of the quarrel amongst them, still tells of the whore, have their use, in making men regard the gods, of whom the highest not thought, will now salute thy husband, the mother of his noble pair.