fallen short of my high boasts.ChorusA lonely dweller in a lonely home art thou.PeleusI have no city any longer;οὐκέτ᾽ ἐστί μοι πόλις (Hermann). there! on the ground my sceptre do I cast; and thou, daughter of Nereus, neath thy dim grotto, shalt see me grovelling in the dust,γᾷ πίτνοντα μ᾽ ὄψει (Hermann). a ruined king.

ChorusLook, look! ~~A dim form of divine appearance in seen hovering in mid air.~~ What is that moving? what influence divine am I conscious of? Look, maidens, mark it well; see, yonder is some deity, wafted through the lustrous air and alighting on the plains