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THINK you we slept within the Delphic bower, / What time our victim sought Apollo's grace? / Nay, drawn into ourselves, in that deep place / Where good and evil meet, we bode our hour.
For not inexorable is our power.
And we are hunted of the prey we chase, / Soonest gain ground on them that flee apace, / And draw temerity from hearts that cower.
Shuddering we gather in the house of ruth, / And on the fearful turn a face of fear, / But they to whom the ways of doom are clear / Not vainly named us the Eumenides.
Our feet are faithful in the paths of truth, / And in the constant heart we house at peace.