To the ships! to the ships! the swift ships even-oared!
Quickly! no laggard shifts! the hand that drags thee
Will lord it o’er thy locks, not gently handled!
STROPHE II.
Chorus.
O father, oh!
From the altar
The assaulter
Drags me to my woe!
Step by step, a torturing guider,
Like the slowly-dragging spider,