126 AESCHYLUS
Should seek no love from those above, Whose souls are fluttered with the flow Of airs about their golden height, Or proud because they see arow
Ancestral crowns of light. loso
Antistrophe.
Oh, never, never, may ye. Fates, Behold me with your awful eyes Lift mine too fondly up the skies
Where Zeus upon the purple waits !
Nor let me step too near, too near,^ 1055
To any suitor bright from heaven ; Because I see, because I fear.
This loveless maiden vexed and laden
By this fell curse of Here, driven
On wanderings dread and drear. loeo
Epode.
Nay, grant an equal troth instead
. Of nuptial love, to bind me by !
It will not hurt, I shall not dread
To meet it in reply. But let not love from those above loes
Revert and fix me, as I said. With that inevitable Eye ! I have no sword to fight that fight, I have no strength to tread that path, I know not if my nature hath 1070
The power to bear, I cannot see Whither from Zeus's infinite I have the power to flee.
1 Literally, " Nor may I be visited by any suitor."
