Whose look back-drove the bristling line,
Bled by a woman’s knife.
ANTISTROPHE III.
O woman! woman! Lemnos saw[n49]
Your jealous fountains flow,
And, when the worst of woes is named,
It is a Lemnian woe.
From age to age the infected tale,
Far echoed by a wandering wail,
To East and West shall go;