By thine own king than that the truculent Galls
Should raise dry mounds and circles of great stones
Around thee and thy running waters!
He who has brought thee to this feebleness,
Will soon again heal all thy wounds,
So that thou shall not sorrow any more,
Thou smooth and bright-walled mansion!
As doth the surgeon, if he be a true one,
On due examination of his patient,
Thy royal chief has done by thee,