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240 And the spear on the wall was uphung, for watchman's ken

Saw near nor far

Overtrampling the Ilian plains those sea-borne men,

That host of war.

(Str. 2) I was ranging the braids of mine hair 'neath soft snood-fold:

On mine eyes thrown

Were the rays from the limitless sheen, the mirror-gold,

Ere I sank down

To my rest on the couch;—but a tumult's tempest-blast

Swept up the street,

And a battle-cry thundered—"Ye sons of Greeks, on fast!

Be the castles of Troy overthrown, that home at last

May hail your feet!" (Ant. 2) From my dear bed, my lost bed, I sprang, like Dorian maid

But mantle-veiled,

And to Artemis' altar I clung—woe's me, I prayed

In vain, and wailed.

And my lord I beheld lying dead; and I was borne

O'er deep salt sea,

Looking back upon Troy, by the ship from Ilium torn

As she sped on the Hellas-ward path: then woe-forlorn

I swooned,—ah me!—