To swirling Simois’ leafy shore,
And stirred the crimson fray.
ANTISTROPHE I.
For the gods sent a bride,
Kin but not kind,[n59]
Ripe with the counsel of wrath to Troy,
In the fulness of years, the offender to prove,
And assert the justice of Jove;
For great Jove is lord
Of the rights of the hearth and the festal board.