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230 Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight

While tears were thy best pastime,—day and night:

And while my youthful peers, before my eyes,

(Each Hero following his peculiar bent)

Prepared themselves for glorious enterprize

By martial sports,—or, seated in the tent,

Chieftains and kings in council were detained;

What time the Fleet at Aulis lay enchained.

The wish'd-for wind was given:—I then revolved

Our future course, upon the silent sea;

And, if no worthier led the way, resolved

That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be

The foremost prow in pressing to the strand,—

Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang

When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife;

On thee too fondly did my memory hang,

And on the joys we shared in mortal life,—

The paths which we had trod—these fountains—flowers;

My new-planned Cities, and unfinished Towers.

But should suspense permit the Foe to cry,

"Behold they tremble!—haughty their array,

Yet of their number no one dares to die?"—

In soul I swept the indignity away: