Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- Zeus, Zeus Perfecter, these my prayers perfect thou!
- Thy care be — yea — of things thou mayst make perfect!
- Wherefore to me, this fear —
- Groundedly stationed here
- Fronting my heart, the portent-watcher — flits she?
- Wherefore should prophet-play
- The uncalled and unpaid lay,
- Nor — having spat forth fear, like bad dreams — sits she
- On the mind’s throne beloved — well-suasive Boldness?
- For time, since, by a throw of all the hands,
- The boat’s stern-cables touched the sands,
- Has past from youth to oldness, —
- When under Ilion rushed the ship-borne bands.
- And from my eyes I learn —
- Being myself my witness — their return.
- Yet, all the same, without a lyre, my soul,
- Itself its teacher too, chants from within
- Erinus’ dirge, not having now the whole
- Of Hope’s dear boldness: nor my inwards sin —
- The heart that’s rolled in whirls against the mind