His beloved Argive seer would Zeus retain In this our Thebes; but when To cross the steep Ismenian glen, The broad earth opened, and whelmed them and him, And through the void air sang At large his enemy's spear. And fain would Zeus have saved his tired son, O'er the sun-reddened western straits,14 The fraudulent oath which bound But he preferred fate to his strong desire. And the Spercheios vale, shaken with groans, And scared Etæan snows, To achieve his son's deliverance, O my child! FRAGMENT OF CHORUS OF A "DEFANEIRA.” O FRIVOLOUS mind of man, Light ignorance, and hurrying, unsure thoughts! Though man bewails you not, How I bewail you ! Little in your prosperity Do you seek counsel of the gods. Proud, ignorant, self-adored, you live alone. Among their savage gorges and cold springs, The great oracular shrines. Thither in your adversity Do you betake yourselves for light, But strangely misinterpret all you hear. For you will not put on New hearts with the inquirer's holy robe, And purged, considerate minds. And him on whom, at the end Of toil and dolour untold, The gods have said that repose At last shall descend undisturbed, - In an easy old age, in a happy home: But him on whom, in the prime Unworn, undebased, undecayed, Mournfully grating, the gates Of the city of death have forever closed, – Him, I count him, well-starred. EARLY DEATH AND FAME. FOR him who must see many years, Out of the light, and mutely; which avoids But when immature death Slow and surely, the sweets Let him live, let him feel, I have lived. Triple his pulses with fame ! PHILOMELA. HARK! ah, the nightingale - Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst. O wanderer from a Grecian shore, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain That wild, unquenched, deep-sunken, old-world pain. Say, will it never heal? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames, Dost thou to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this English grass. Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and seared eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight, and feel come over thee, Poor fugitive, the feathery change Once more, and once more seem to make resound With love and hate, triumph and agony, Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale? URANIA. SHE smiles and smiles, and will not sigh, Eagerly once her gracious ken Was turned upon the sons of men ; She looked, and smiled, and saw them through. Our petty souls, our strutting wits, Yet show her once, ye heavenly Powers, His eyes be like the starry lights, The magic of the universe! And she to him will reach her hand, And know her friend, and weep for glee, Then will she weep: with smiles, till then, |