O Zeus the king, and friendly Night
Of these brave boons bestower --
Thou who didst fling on Troia's every tower
The o'er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might,
Nor any of the young ones, overpass
Captivity's great sweep-net -- one and all
Of Até held in thrall!
Ay, Zeus I fear -- the guest's friend great -- who was
The doer of this, and long since bent
The bow on Alexandros with intent
That neither wide o' the white
Nor o'er the stars the foolish dart should light.
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