WATCHMAN

 And then-but I beheld not, nor can tell,

      What further fate befell:

    But this is sure, that Calchas' boding strain

      Can ne'er be void or vain.

    This wage from justice' hand do sufferers earn,

      The future to discern:

    And yet-farewell, O secret of To-morrow!

      Fore-knowledge is fore-sorrow.

    Clear with the clear beams of the morrow's sun,

      The future presseth on.

    Now, let the house's tale, how dark soe'er,

      Find yet an issue fair!-

    So prays the loyal, solitary band

      That guards the Apian land.



    (They turn to CLYTEMNESTRA, who leaves the altars and comes

        forward.)



  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    O queen, I come in reverence of thy sway-

    For, while the ruler's kingly seat is void,

    The loyal heart before his consort bends.

    Now-be it sure and certain news of good,

    Or the fair tidings of a flatt'ring hope,

    That bids thee spread the light from shrine to shrine,

    I, fain to hear, yet grudge not if thou hide.

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    As saith the adage, From the womb of Night

    Spring forth, with promise fair, the young child Light.

    Ay-fairer even than all hope my news-

    By Grecian hands is Priam's city ta'en!

  LEADER

    What say'st thou? doubtful heart makes treach'rous ear.

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Hear then again, and plainly-Troy is ours!

  LEADER

    Thrills thro' heart such joy as wakens tears.

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Ay, thro' those tears thine eye looks loyalty.

  LEADER

    But hast thou proof, to make assurance sure?

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Go to; I have-unless the god has lied.

  LEADER

    Hath some night-vision won thee to belief?

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Out on all presage of a slumb'rous soul!

  LEADER

    But wert thou cheered by Rumour's wingless word?

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Peace-thou dost chide me as a credulous girl.

  LEADER

    Say then, how long ago the city fell?

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Even in this night that now brings forth the dawn.

  LEADER

    Yet who so swift could speed the message here?

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    From Ida's top Hephaestus, lord of fire,

    Sent forth his sign; and on, and ever on,

    Beacon to beacon sped the courier-flame.

    From Ida to the crag, that Hermes loves,

    Of Lemnos; thence unto the steep sublime

    Of Athos, throne of Zeus, the broad blaze flared.

    Thence, raised aloft to shoot across the sea,

    The moving light, rejoicing in its strength,

    Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way,

    In golden glory, like some strange new sun,

    Onward, and reached Macistus' watching heights.

    There, with no dull delay nor heedless sleep,

    The watcher sped the tidings on in turn,

    Until the guard upon Messapius' peak

    Saw the far flame gleam on Euripus' tide,

    And from the high-piled heap of withered furze

    Lit the new sign and bade the message on.

    Then the strong light, far-flown and yet undimmed,

    Shot thro' the sky above Asopus' plain,

    Bright as the moon, and on Cithaeron's crag

    Aroused another watch of flying fire.

    And there the sentinels no whit disowned,

    But sent redoubled on, the hest of flame

    Swift shot the light, above Gorgopis' bay,

    To Aegiplanctus' mount, and bade the peak

    Fail not the onward ordinance of fire.

    And like a long beard streaming in the wind,

    Full-fed with fuel, roared and rose the blaze,

    And onward flaring, gleamed above the cape,

    Beneath which shimmers the Saronic bay,

    And thence leapt light unto Arachne's peak,

    The mountain watch that looks upon our town.

    Thence to th' Atreides' roof-in lineage fair,

    A bright posterity of Ida's fire.

    So sped from stage to stage, fulfilled in turn,

    Flame after flame, along the course ordained,

    And lo! the last to speed upon its way

    Sights the end first, and glows unto the goal.

    And Troy is ta'en, and by this sign my lord

    Tells me the tale, and ye have learned my word.

  LEADER

    To heaven, O queen, will I upraise new song:

    But, wouldst thou speak once more, I fain would hear

    From first to last the marvel of the tale.

  CLYTEMNESTRA

    Think you-this very morn-the Greeks in Troy,

    And loud therein the voice of utter wail!

    Within one cup pour vinegar and oil,

    And look! unblent, unreconciled, they war.

    So in the twofold issue of the strife

    Mingle the victor's shout, the captives' moan.

    For all the conquered whom the sword has spared

    Cling weeping-some unto a brother slain,

    Some childlike to a nursing father's form,

    And wail the loved and lost, the while their neck

    Bows down already 'neath the captive's chain.

    And lo! the victors, now the fight is done,

    Goaded by restless hunger, far and wide

    Range all disordered thro' the town, to snatch

    Such victual and such rest as chance may give

    Within the captive halls that once were Troy-

    Joyful to rid them of the frost and dew,

    Wherein they couched upon the plain of old-

    Joyful to sleep the gracious night all through,

    Unsummoned of the watching sentinel.

    Yet let them reverence well the city's gods,

    The lords of Troy, tho' fallen, and her shrines;

    So shall the spoilers not in turn be spoiled.

    Yea, let no craving for forbidden gain

    Bid conquerors yield before the darts of greed.

    For we need yet, before the race be won,

    Homewards, unharmed, to round the course once more.

    For should the host wax wanton ere it come,

    Then, tho'the sudden blow of fate be spared,

    Yet in the sight of gods shall rise once more

    The great wrong of the slain, to claim revenge.

    Now, hearing from this woman's mouth of mine,

    The tale and eke its warning, pray with me,

    Luck sway the scale, with no uncertain poise,

    For my fair hopes are changed to fairer joys.

  LEADER

    A gracious word thy woman's lips have told,

    Worthy a wise man's utterance, O my queen;

    Now with clear trust in thy convincing tale

    I set me to salute the gods with song,

    Who bring us bliss to counterpoise our pain.