The long line of them--the long line of mankind--injured and injurers....
"Travelers through the wood, whose voices the robbers heard, found Ibycus the poet lying upon the ground, ravished of life.

It chanced that he had been known of them, known and loved.

Great mourning arose, and vain search for them who had done this wrong.

But those strong, wicked ones were gone, fled from their haunts, fled from the wood afar to Corinth, for the god Pan had thrown against them a pine cone.

So the travelers took the body of Ibycus and bore it with them to Corinth.
"A poet had been slain upon the threshold of the house of song.