Whose feathers yet the marks of murder stain,

Where stamped upon her breast the crimson spots remain.

Tereus, through grief and haste to be revenged,

Shares the like fate, and to a bird is changed;

Fixed on his head the crested plumes appear,

Long is his beak, and sharpened like a spear;

Thus armed, his looks his inward mind display,

And, to a lapwing turned, he fans his way.”