That choros-chant 'The station of the steed,
Stranger! thou comest to,—Kolonos white!'
Then he looked round and all revolt was dead.
You know the one adventure of my life—
What made Euripides Balaustion's friend.
When I last saw him, as he bade farewell,
'I sang another "Herakles,"' smiled he;
'It gained no prize: your love be prize I gain!
Take it—the tablets also where I traced
The story first with stulos pendent still—