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_In Argos -- that statue of her; / at her feet the scroll of her / love-poetry, in her hand a helmet._
War is a fevered god / who takes alike / maiden and king and clod, / and yet another one, / (ah withering peril! ) / deprives alike, / with equal skill, / alike indifferently, / hoar spearsman of his shaft, / wan maiden of her zone, / even he, / Love who is great War's / very over-lord.