SOPHOCLES, OEDIPUS COLONEUS.

Str. a. THIS land of steeds, O traveller, now

Her fairest home hath shown to thee,

Colonus, gleaming white;

Where, hid beneath each verdant bow,

Trill the clear strain on every tree,

The minstrels of the night.

Haunting where purple ivies spread

Uncounted fruits, and none may tread

The thicket of the maiden's dread,

By storms of wind unvisited,

Or sun's meridian height;

Where Bacchus ever through the groves

Linked with each foster-goddess moves

In revels of delight.