[She goes into the Temple, but suddenly returns.
O horrid tale to tell! O sight to see
Most horrible! that drives me from the halls
Of Loxias, so that I nor stand nor run,
But, like a beast fourfooted stumble on,
Losing the gait and station of my kind,
A gray-haired woman, weaker than a child![n10]
Up to the garlanded recess I walked,
And on the navel-stone[f9] behold! a man
With crime polluted to the altar clinging,