Over the chariot rim he lurched. The severing straps
Coiled round him. As he fell to earth the colts ran wild
Along the race course wide. The people, seeing him
Thus fallen from the team, raise outcries loud and high
At what the youth had done and then this evil hap.
Now borne along the ground, now high again upflung
His legs gleam white, until the charioteers the colts
Had checked, no easy task, and disentangled him
So covered o’er with blood that never had a friend,
Seeing that ruined form, have known him as his own.”