Not only nostalgia for our hero. He holds within him a lamentation worthy of Jeremiah. Year after year, he looked out for them, and now he looks for them. Gone. Our mariner returns alone. Only he survives for the Muse to tell the tale.
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Every one of them blind, stubborn fools — and they died for it,
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Who feasted on the hallowed herds of Helios, lord Hyperion;
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And so the god ripped away from them the day of their homecoming.
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Tell us about it and start where you please, O goddess, daughter of Zeus.
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