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THE DAUGHTERS OF TROY.
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Gone are the cool baths dewy-plashing,
And the courses where raced thy feet white-flashing:—
But thou, with thy young face glory-litten
With the beauty of peace, by the throne dost stand
Of Zeus,—and the Hellene spear hath smitten
Priam's land!
(Ant. 2)
O Love, O Love, who didst brood above Dardanian halls in the olden days, 840
Thrilling the hearts of abiders in heaven,
Unto what high place didst thou then upraise
Troy, when to her was affinity given
With the Gods by thee!—But the dealings of Zeus shall my tongue
Attaint no more with the breath of blame:
But the light of Aurora, the white-winged flame
Held dear all mortals among,
With baleful beam did on Troyland gleam, 850
And her towers saw ruinward flung,
Albeit in bridal bower she cherished
A son of the land in her sight that hath perished,
A spouse whom a chariot of gold star-splendid
Ravished from earth, that his land might joy
In hope—nay, all lovingkindness is ended
Of Gods for Troy!
And the courses where raced thy feet white-flashing:—
But thou, with thy young face glory-litten
With the beauty of peace, by the throne dost stand
Of Zeus,—and the Hellene spear hath smitten
Priam's land!
(Ant. 2)
O Love, O Love, who didst brood above Dardanian halls in the olden days, 840
Thrilling the hearts of abiders in heaven,
Unto what high place didst thou then upraise
Troy, when to her was affinity given
With the Gods by thee!—But the dealings of Zeus shall my tongue
Attaint no more with the breath of blame:
But the light of Aurora, the white-winged flame
Held dear all mortals among,
With baleful beam did on Troyland gleam, 850
And her towers saw ruinward flung,
Albeit in bridal bower she cherished
A son of the land in her sight that hath perished,
A spouse whom a chariot of gold star-splendid
Ravished from earth, that his land might joy
In hope—nay, all lovingkindness is ended
Of Gods for Troy!
Enter Menelaus with attendants.
Menelaus.
Hail, thou fair-shining splendour of yon sun, 860
Whereby I shall make capture of my wife