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hawkwing_lbTo Hestia
Hestia, you who tend the holy house
Of far-shooting Lord Apollo, in Pytho’s divine preserve,
The raw oil of olives lets itself pour as a libation ever from your braided hair:
Come back to this household here, come, since you possess one spirit [in common]
With Zeus cunning in counsel: and send grace at once for our song.
This one is annoying.
Hestia, you who tend the holy house
Of far-shooting Lord Apollo, in Pytho’s divine preserve,
The raw oil of olives lets itself pour as a libation ever from your braided hair:
Come back to this household here, come, since you possess one spirit [in common]
With Zeus cunning in counsel: and send grace at once for our song.
This one is annoying.
