Athena Poem by Bacchylides

Athena



Folded arms and sauntering pace
Come not nigh this holy place.
She whose image here is seen,
Golden-Ægis-bearing queen,
Dread Itonia, doth ordain
For the suppliants at her fane
Other services than these
Tributes rare from bended knees.

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