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Shall be to him a tower��
To guard him from the gulf�此�there lies his lot��
Where all things are forgot。
antistrophe 1
Lust drives him on´lust�察�desperate and wild��
Fate's sin´contriving child´
And cure is none�察�beyond concealment clear��
Kindles sin's baleful glare。
As an ill coin beneath the wearing touch
Betrays by stain and smutch
Its metal false´such is the sinful wight。
Before�察�on pinions light��
Fair Pleasure flits�察�and lures him childlike on��
While home and kin make moan
Beneath the grinding burden of his crime��
Till�察�in the end of time��
Cast down of heaven�察�he pours forth fruitless prayer
To powers that will not hear。
And such did Paris come
Unto Atreides' home��
And thence�察�with sin and shame his welcome to repay��
Ravished the wife away´
strophe 2
And she�察�unto her country and her kin
Leaving the clash of shields and spears and arming ships��
And bearing unto Troy destruction for a dower��
And overbold in sin��
Went fleetly thro' the gates�察�at midnight hour。
Oft from the prophets' lips
Moaned out the warning and the wail´Ah woe��
Woe for the home�察�the home� �and for the chieftains�察�woe��
Woe for the bride´bed�察�warm
Yet from the lovely limbs�察�the impress of the form
Of her who loved her lord�察�awhile ago
And woe� �for him who stands
Shamed�察�silent�察�unreproachful�察�stretching hands
That find her not�察�and sees�察�yet will not see��
That she is far away��
And his sad fancy�察�yearning o'er the sea��
Shall summon and recall
Her wraith�察�once more to queen it in his hall。
And sad with many memories��
The fair cold beauty of each sculptured face´
And all to hatefulness is turned their grace��
Seen blankly by forlorn and hungering eyes��
antistrophe 2
And when the night is deep��
Come visions�察�sweet and sad�察�and bearing pain
Of hopings vain´
Void�察�void and vain�察�for scarce the sleeping sight
Has seen its old delight��
When thro' the grasps of love that bid it stay
It vanishes away
On silent wings that roam adown the ways of sleep。
Such are the sights�察�the sorrows fell��
About our hearth´and worse�察�whereof I may not tell。
But�察�all the wide town o'er��
Each home that sent its master far away
From Hellas' shore��
Feels the keen thrill of heart�察�the pang of loss�察�to´day。
For�察�truth to say��
The touch of bitter death is manifold��
Familiar was each face�察�and dear as life��
That went unto the war��
But thither�察�whence a warrior went of old��
Doth nought return´
Only a spear and sword�察�and ashes in an urn��
strophe 3
For Ares�察�lord of strife��
Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold��
War's money´changer�察�giving dust for gold��
Sends back�察�to hearts that held them dear��
Scant ash of warriors�察�wept with many a tear��
Light to the band�察�but heavy to the soul��
Yea�察�fills the light urn full
With what survived the flame´
Death's dusty measure of a hero's frame��
Alas� �one cries�察�and yet alas again��
Our chief is gone�察�the hero of the spear��
And hath not left his peer��
Ah woe� �another moans´my spouse is slain��
The death of honour�察�rolled in dust and blood��
Slain for a woman's sin�察�a false wife's shame��
Such muttered words of bitter mood
Rise against those who went forth to reclaim��
Yea�察�jealous wrath creeps on against th' Atreides' name。
And others�察�far beneath the Ilian wall��
Sleep their last sleep´the goodly chiefs and tall��
Couched in the foeman's land�察�whereon they gave
Their breath�察�and lords of Troy�察�each in his Trojan grave。
antistrophe 3
Therefore for each and all the city's breast
Is heavy with a wrath supprest��
As deeply and deadly as a curse more loud
Flung by the common crowd��
And�察�brooding deeply�察�doth my soul await
Tidings of coming fate��
Buried as yet in darkness' womb。
For not forgetful is the high gods' doom
Against the sons of carnage�此�all too long
Seems the unjust to prosper and be strong��
Till the dark Furies come��
And smite with stern reversal all his home��
Down into dim obstruction´he is gone��
And help and hope�察�among the lost�察�is none��
O'er him who vaunteth an exceeding fame��
Impends a woe condign��
The vengeful bolt upon his eyes doth flame��
Sped from the hand divine。
This bliss be mine�察�ungrudged of God�察�to feel´
To tread no city to the dust��
Nor see my own life thrust
Down to a glave's estate beneath another's heel��
epode
Behold�察�throughout the city wide
Have the swift feet of Rumour hied��
Roused by the joyful flame��
But is the news they scatter�察�sooth��
Or haply do they give for truth
Some cheat which heaven doth frame��
A child were he and all unwise��
Who let his heart with joy be stirred。
To see the beacon´fires arise��
And then�察�beneath some thwarting word��
Sicken anon with hope deferred。
The edge of woman's insight still
Good news from true divideth ill��
Light rumours leap within the bound
Then fences female credence round��
But�察�lightly born�察�as lightly dies
The tale that springs of her surmise。
��Several days are assumed to have elapsed。��
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Soon shall we know whereof the bale´fires tell��
The beacons�察�kindled with transmitted flame��
Whether�察�as well I deem�察�their tale is true��
Or whether like some dream delusive came
The welcome blaze but to befool our soul。
For lo� �I see a herald from the shore
Draw hither�察�shadowed with the olive´wreath´
And thirsty dust�察�twin´brother of the clay��
Speaks plain of travel far and truthful news´
No dumb surmise�察�nor tongue of flame in smoke��
Fitfully kindled from the mountain pyre��
But plainlier shall his voice say�察�All is well��
Or´but away�察�forebodings adverse�察�now��
And on fair promise fair fulfilment come��
And whoso for the state prays otherwise��
Himself reap harvest of his ill desire��
��A HERALD enters。 He is an advance messenger from AGAMEMNON'S
forces�察�which have just landed。��
HERALD
O land of Argos�察�fatherland of mine��
To thee at last�察�beneath the tenth year's sun��
My feet return�察�the bark of my emprise��
Tho' one by one hope's anchors broke away��
Held by the last�察�and now rides safely here。
Long�察�long my soul despaired to win�察�in death��
Its longed´for rest within our Argive land��
And now all hail�察�O earth�察�and hail to thee��
New´risen sun� �and hail our country's God��
High´ruling Zeus�察�and thou�察�the Pythian lord��
Whose arrows smote us once´smite thou no morel
Was not thy wrath wreaked full upon our heads��
O king Apollo�察�by Scamander's side��
Turn thou�察�be turned�察�be saviour�察�healer�察�now
And hail�察�all gods who rule the street and mart
And Hermes hail� �my patron and my pride��
Herald of heaven�察�and lord of heralds here��
And Heroes�察�ye who sped us on our way´
To one and all I cry�察�Receive again
With grace such Argives as the spear has spared。
Ah�察�home of royalty�察�beloved halls��