And measureless anguish seized them and they shouted out in their wrath; and with the cry sleep released its hold upon her.

Quivering with fear she started up, and stared round the walls of her chamber, and with difficulty did she gather her spirit within her as before, and lifted her voice aloud: (ll.

636-644) "Poor wretch, how have gloomy dreams affrighted me! I fear that this voyage of the heroes will bring some great evil.

My heart is trembling for the stranger.

Let him woo some Achaean girl far away among his own folk; let maidenhood be mine and the home of my parents.