But at such now no more of her veil or her fillet a-floatingHad she regard: on you, Theseus! all of her heart-strength,All of her sprite, her mind, forlorn, were evermore hanging.Ah, sad soul, by grief and grievance driven beside you,Sowed Erycina first those brambly cares in thy bosom,What while issuing fierce with will enstarkened, TheseusForth from the bow-bent shore Piraean putting a-seawardsReacht the Gortynian roofs where dwelt the injurious Monarch.For 'twas told of yore how forced by pestilence cruel,Eke as a blood rite due for the Androgeonian murder,Many a chosen youth and the bloom of damsels unmarriedFood for the Minotaur, Cecropia was wont to befurnish.Seeing his narrow walls in such wise vexed with evils,Theseus of freest will for dear-loved Athens his bodyOffered a victim so that no more to Crete be deportedLives by Cecropia doomed to burials burying nowise;Then with a swifty ship and soft breathed breezes a-stirring,