Thou know'st, the Delphic oracle foretold That the first Greek who touch'd the Trojan strand Should die; but me the threat did not withhold:
A generous cause a Victim did demand; And forth I leapt upon the sandy plain; A self-devoted Chief-by Hector slain."
Supreme of Heroes-bravest, noblest, best! Thy matchless courage I bewail no more,
That then, when tens of thousands were deprest By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore: Thou found'st-and I forgive thee-here thou art— A nobler counsellor than my poor heart.
But thou, though capable of sternest deed, Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave;
And he, whose power restores thee, hath decreed That thou shouldst cheat the malice of the grave; Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as fair
As when their breath enriched Thessalian air.
No Spectre greets me,no vain Shadow this: Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side! Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss To me, this day, a second time thy bride!" Jove frowned in heaven; the conscious Parcæ threw Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.
"This visage tells thee that my doom is past: Know, virtue were not virtue if the joys Of sense were able to return as fast And surely as they vanish.-Earth destroys Those raptures duly-Erebus disdains : Calm pleasures there abide-majestic pains. Be taught, O faithful Consort, to control Rebellious passion: for the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult of the soul; The fervor-not the impotence of love. Thy transports moderate; and meekly mourn When I depart, for brief is my sojourn—”
"Ah, wherefore?-Did not Hercules by force Wrest from the guardian Monster of the tomb Alcestis, a reanimated Corse,
Given back to dwell on earth in beauty's bloom? Medea's spells dispersed the weight of years, And Æson stood a Youth mid youthful peers.
The Gods to us are merciful-and they
Yet further may relent: for mightier far
Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway
Of magic potent over sun and star
Is love, though oft to agony distrest,
And though his favorite seat be feeble Woman's breast.
But if thou go'st, I follow-" "Peace!" he said- She looked upon him and was calmed and cheered; The ghastly colour from his lips had fled; In his deportment, shape, and mien, appeared Elysian beauty-melancholy grace- Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away-no strife to heal- The past unsighed for, and the future sure; Spake, as a witness, of a second birth For all that is most perfect upon earth:
Of all that is most beauteous-imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air,
And fields invested with purpureal gleams;
Climes which the Sun, who sheds the brightest day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.
Yet there the Soul shall enter which hath earned
That privilege by virtue." Ill," said he,
"The end of man's existence I discerned,
Who from ignoble games and revelry *
*Note. For this feature in the character of Protesilaus, see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides.
Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight
While tears were thy best pastime,—day and night :
And while my youthful peers, before my eyes, (Each Hero following his peculiar bent) Prepared themselves for glorious enterprize By martial sports,-or, seated in the tent, Chieftains and kings in council were detained; What time the Fleet at Aulis lay enchained.
The wish'd-for wind was given:-I then revolved Our future course, upon the silent sea;
And, if no worthier led the way, resolved
That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be
The foremost prow in pressing to the strand,— Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.
Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife; On thee too fondly did my memory hang,
And on the joys we shared in mortal life,— The paths which we had trod-these fountains-flowers; My new-planned Cities, and unfinished Towers.
But should suspense permit the Foe to cry, "Behold they tremble!-haughty their array, Yet of their number no one dares to die ?”— In soul I swept the indignity away:
Old frailties then recurred:-but lofty thought, In act embodied, my deliverance wrought.
And thou, though strong in love, art all too weak In reason, in self-government too slow;
I counsel thee by fortitude to seek
Our blest re-union in the shades below.
The invisible world with thee hath sympathized; Be thy affections raised and solemnized.
Learn by a mortal yearning to ascend Towards a higher object:-Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for this end. For this the passion to excess was driven— That self might be annulled; her bondage prov The fetters of a dream, opposed to love."
Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes re-appears!
Round the dear Shade she would have clung-'tis vain : The hours are past, too brief had they been years;
And him no mortal effort can detain:
Swift tow'rd the realms that know not earthly day, He through the portal takes his silent way— And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse she lay
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