The Argonauts #261473

Semi-chorus OF men. The prophecies are spoken in vain, The auguries vainly cast, Since twenty years of joyous reign In peace are overpast; And those who cursed our King's desires Are branded in the brow for liars. Semi-chorus OF women. We heard the aged prophet speak The doom of woe and fear. We wait with blanched and icy cheek The one-and-twentieth year For Justice lies, as seeds lie, dead, But lifts at last a Gorgon head! Men. What fear can reach our Thessaly? What war disturb our peace?