When no man harks:A surreptitious grief that’s grudgeAgainst the Atreidai who first sought the judge.But some there, round the rampart, haveIn Ilian earth, each one his grave:All fair-formed as at birth,It hid them — what they have and hold — the hostile earth. And big with anger goes the city’s word,And pays a debt by public curse incurred.And ever with me— as about to hearA something night-involved — remains my fear:Since of the many-slayers — notUnwatching are the gods.The black Erinues, at due periods —Whoever gains the lotOf fortune with no right —