She heard the moaning
Cease, and knew that Artemis was there.
The nurse was there, and Dora would be crying
Softly: “Save me, save me! Send for him!”
So Aphrodite, gathering her sly strength,
Waited no longer.
Where were those poor wanderers—
That pair? But she had seen them, and she knew.
She saw them even now at the abandoned
Chapel down the old road, trying doors