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I know the sin

Of Ajax, when he cast Cassandra down

And no man rose and smote him; not a frown

Nor word from all the Greeks!

And 'twas thine hand

That gave them Troy!

Therefore with thee I stand

To smite them.

All thou cravest, even now

Is ready in mine heart. What seekest thou?

An homecoming that striveth ever more

And cometh to no home.

Here on the shore

Wouldst hold them or amid mine own salt foam?

When the last ship hath bared her sail for home!

Zeus shall send rain, long rain and flaw of driven

Hail, and a whirling darkness blown from heaven;