Chorus
[455] Or to an island home, sent on a voyage of misery by oars that sweep the brine, leading a wretched existence in halls where the first-created palm and the bay-tree put forth their sacred [460] shoots for dear Latona, a memorial of her divine birth-pains? and there with the maids of Delos shall I hymn [465] the golden head-band and bow of Artemis, their goddess?