But hush! Hæmon, whom Antigone, Robbing herself of life in burying, Against Creon's law, Polynices, Robs of a loved bride-pale, imploring, Waiting her passage, Forth from the palace hitherward comes. Hæmon. No, no, old men, Creon I curse not One than Creon crueller far! For he, he, at least, by slaying her, August laws doth mightily vindicate ; But thou, too-bold, headstrong, pitiless! Ah me!—honourest more than thy lover, O Antigone! A dead, ignorant, thankless corpse. The Chorus. Nor was the love untrue Which the Dawn-Goddess bore To that fair youth she erst, Leaving the salt sea-beds And coming flush'd over the stormy frith Of loud Euripus, saw Saw and snatch'd, wild with love, Of Parnes, where thy waves, Asopus gleam rock-hemm'd The Hunter of the Tanagræan Field.2 But him, in his sweet prime, By severance immature, By Artemis' soft shafts, She, though a Goddess born, Saw in the rocky isle of Delos die. Such end o'ertook that love. For she desired to make Immortal mortal man, And blend his happy life, Far from the Gods, with hers; To him postponing an eternal law. Hæmon. But like me, she, wroth, complaining, Her fair youth unwillingly gave. The Chorus. Nor, though enthroned too high To fear assault of envious Gods, His beloved Argive seer would Zeus retain In this our Thebes; but when To cross the steep Ismenian glen, The broad earth open'd, and whelm'd them and him; And through the void air sang At large his enemy's spear. And fain would Zeus have saved his tired son O'er the sun-redden'd western straits,3 The fraudulent oath which bound To a much feebler wight the heroic man. But he preferr❜d Fate to his strong desire. Under the towering Trachis crags, And the Spercheios vale, shaken with groans, And the roused Maliac gulph, And scared Etæan snows, To achieve his son's deliverance, O my child! FRAGMENT OF CHORUS OF A "DEJANEIRA." O FRIVOLOUS mind of man, Light ignorance, and hurrying, unsure thoughts! Though man bewails you not, How I bewail you ! Little in your prosperity Do you seek counsel of the Gods. Proud, ignorant, self-adored, you live alone. In profound silence stern, Among their savage gorges and cold springs, The great oracular shrines. Thither in your adversity Do you betake yourselves for light, But strangely misinterpret all you hear. |