THE HEROINES. HELENA. (Tenth year of Troy-Siege.) She stood upon the wall of windy Troy, And lifted high both arms, and cried aloud With no man near:— "Troy-town and glory of Greece Strive, let the flame aspire, and pride of life Glow to white heat! Great lords be strong, rejoice, Lament, know victory, know defeat-then die; Of hates and loves, and fair it is to cease, To cease from these and all Earth's comely things. I, Helena, impatient of a couch Dim-scented, and dark eyes my face had fed, And soft captivity of circling arms, Come forth to shed my spirit on you, a wind And sunlight of commingling life and death. Betwixt you! Seems she worth a play of swords, Have the Gods given a prize which may content, Embossed with heroes, filled with perfumed wine? How! doubt ye? Thus I draw the robe aside And bare the breasts of Helen. Yesterday A mortal maiden I beheld, the light Tender within her eyes, laying white arms Around her sire's mailed breast, and heard her chide Because his cheek was blood-splashed,-I beheld A God's blood thronged within my mother's veins ! |