She seemed, thus girt with belt and sword
Like Love in hero’s garb concealed,
Or Klinias’ son’s fair form restored,
Once painted on the gleaming shield.
“Farewell, my father’s home, farewell!
I shall return with love and dwell
Again within thy walls some day.
I can not wait, I must away.
Hide me beneath thy veil, O Night,
And give my Axel to my sight.”