One black, the other silver-tipt behind,
And with keen talons seized a timorous hare,
Whose strength could run no more,
Itself, and the live burden which it bore.
Sing woe and well-a-day! But still
May the good omens shame the ill.
ANTISTROPHE.
The wise diviner of the host[f7] beheld,
And knew the sign;
The hare-devouring birds with diverse wings