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Aeschylus, agamemnon<br />
Hence haps it that Orestes, thine and mine,<br />
The pledge and symbol of our wedded troth,<br />
Stands not beside us now, as he should stand.<br />
Nor marvel thou at this: he dwells with one<br />
Who guards him loyally; 'tis Phocis' king,<br />
Strophius, who warned me erst, Bethink thee, queen,<br />
What woes of doubtful issue well may fall<br />
Thy lord in daily jeopardy at Troy,<br />
While here a populace uncurbed may cry,<br />
"Down witk the council, down!" bethink thee too,<br />
'Tis the world's way to set a harder heel<br />
On fallen power.<br />
For thy child's absence then<br />
Such mine excuse, no wily afterthought.<br />
For me, long since the gushing fount of tears<br />
Is wept away; no drop is left to shed.<br />
Dim are the eyes that ever watched till dawn,<br />
Weeping, the bale-fires, piled for thy return,<br />
Night after night unkindled. If I slept,<br />
Each sound-the tiny humming of a gnat,<br />
Roused me again, again, from fitful dreams<br />
Wherein I felt thee smitten, saw thee slain,<br />
Thrice for each moment of mine hour of sleep.<br />
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