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Aeschylus, agamemnon<br />
The light of love--Aegisthus--as of old<br />
Loyal, a stalwart shield of confidence--<br />
As true to me as this slain man was false,<br />
Wronging his wife with paramours at Troy,<br />
Fresh from the kiss of each Chryseis there!<br />
Behold him dead-- behold his captive prize,<br />
Seeress and harlot-- comfort of his bed,<br />
True prophetess, true paramour-- I wot<br />
The sea-bench was not closer to the flesh,<br />
Full oft, of every rower, than was she.<br />
See, ill they did, and ill requites them now.<br />
His death ye know: she as a dying swan<br />
Sang her last dirge, and lies, as erst she lay,<br />
Close to his side, and to my couch has left<br />
A sweet new taste of joys that know no fear.<br />
strophe 1<br />
CHORUS singing<br />
Ah woe and well-a-day! I would that Fate--<br />
Not bearing agony too great,<br />
Nor stretching me too long on couch of pain--<br />
Would bid mine eyelids keep<br />
The morningless and unawakening sleep!<br />
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