But song and god moved not Pephredo's heart;
And so the god fulfilled the wrong
Against her which the goddess planned.
Because she refused to follow him,
Apollo's love to hot rage turned, -
Pale grew his face, his dark eye burned,
The fountain of his wrath boiled o'er the brim, -
That he, the Glorious One, was spurned
Contemptuously by a nymph!
The words he spake were words of fire:
"Boast no more of thy beauty's bloom!
Cursed be thy charms, and in their room
Come haggardness, old age, and vain desire
For death's release from fitting doom;
Thou and thy sisters, cursed be ye!
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