And now on ward I wait the torch’s token,The glow of fire, shall bring from Troia messageAnd word of capture: so prevails audaciousThe man’s-way-planning hoping heart of woman.But when I, driven from night-rest, dew-drenched hold toThis couch of mine — not looked upon by visions,Since fear instead of sleep still stands beside me,So as that fast I fix in sleep no eyelids —And when to sing or chirp a tune I fancy,For slumber such song-remedy infusing,I wail then, for this House’s fortune groaning,Not, as of old, after the best ways governed.Now, lucky be deliverance from these labours,At good news — the appearing dusky fire!O hail, thou lamp of night, a day-long lightnessRevealing, and of dances the ordainment!