There is but one that coud this order shape,
Demeter,—but I knew her not thy friend.
Therefore another trial will I set,
In which she cannot aid thee nor abet,
But thou thyself must bring it fair to end.’
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Thereon she sped her to the bounds of Thrace,
And set her by a river deep and wide,
And said ‘To east beyond this stream, a race
Of golden-fleecèd sheep at pasture bide.