Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- By storm and typhoon, with surge rain-resounding, —
- Off they went, vanished, thro’ a bad herd’s whirling.
- And, when returned the brilliant light of Helios,
- We view the Aigaian sea on flower with corpses
- Of men Achaian and with naval ravage.
- But us indeed, and ship, unhurt i’ the hull too,
- Either someone outstole us or outprayed us —
- Some god — no man it was the tiller touching.
- And Fortune, saviour, willing on our ship sat.
- So as it neither had in harbour wave-surge
- Nor ran aground against a shore all rocky.
- And then, the water-Haides having fled from
- In the white day, not trusting to our fortune,
- We chewed the cud in thoughts — this novel sorrow
- O’ the army labouring and badly pounded.
- And now — if anyone of them is breathing —
- They talk of us as having perished: why not?
- And we — that they the same fate have, imagine.
- May it be for the best! Meneleos, then,
- Foremost and specially to come, expect thou!