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Oh! Oh! Maidens of Hellas, the prey of barbarian sailors! An Achaean sailor  came, he came bringing tears upon tears to me. Ilion has been destroyed and is left to the enemy's fire through me, the death-giver, through my name, full of suffering.  Leda sought death by hanging, in anguish over my disgrace. My husband, after much wandering in the sea, has died and is gone;  and Castor and his brother, twin glory of their native land, have vanished, vanished, leaving the plains that shook to their galloping horses,  and the schools of reed-fringed Eurotas, scene of youthful labors.