Page:An epic of women and other poems (IA epicofwomenother00osha).pdf/140

 And with the vision of them so deceived Came piteous memories of the waning face Of the Old man who sat all shamed and grieved Lonely beside the hearth's familiar place.

Before her soon in very semblance gleamed The Spartan homestead there unaltered, plain, With all the household things; yea, till she dreamed All were yet to begin that way again,

And Menelaus the next golden morn Were still to come for her with wedlock blest, As though not all deserted and forlorn He strayed—the lone man without love or rest.

But most she yearned between her fear and love, To see him now—divining what was due To wrath and sorrowing to change and move His features from the fashion that she knew:

For now the first time after all those years The face seemed anyhow her way to seek; —But turned upon her now with all its tears And vengeance of reproach at length to wreak;