Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose.

O joy!

O terror! what hath she perceived?
What doth she look on? —whom doth she behold?
Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy?
His vital presence? his corporeal mould?
It is,
- if sense deceive her not, -- 't is He!
And a God leads him, winged Mercury !

Mild Hermes spake, and touched her with his

wand

That calms all fear: "Such grace hath crowned thy prayer,

Laodamía! that at Jove's command

Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air:
He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space;
Accept the gift, behold him face to face!”

Forth sprang the impassioned Queen her Lord to clasp ;

Again that consummation she essayed;
But unsubstantial Form eludes her grasp
As often as that eager grasp was made.
The Phantom parts, but parts to reunite,
And reassume his place before her sight.

“Protesiláus, lo! thy guide is gone! Confirm, I pray, the vision with thy voice: This is our palace, yonder is thy throne;

Speak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice.
Not to appall me have the Gods bestowed
This precious boon, and blest a sad abode."

—

"Great Jove, Laodamía! doth not leave
His gifts imperfect: Spectre though I be,
I am not sent to scare thee or deceive;
But in reward of thy fidelity.

And something also did my worth obtain;
For fearless virtue bringeth boundless gain.

"Thou knowest, the Delphic oracle foretold
That the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand
Should die; but me the threat could not withhold:
A generous cause a victim did demand;

And forth I leapt upon the sandy plain;
A self-devoted chief, by Hector slain."

"Supreme of Heroes! bravest, noblest, best!
Thy matchless courage I bewail no more,
Which then, when tens of thousands were deprest
By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore;
Thou found'st - and I forgive thee - here thou

art

A nobler counsellor than my poor heart.

"But thou, though capable of sternest deed,
Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave;
And he whose power restores thee hath decreed
Thou shouldst elude the malice of the grave:

Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as fair

As when their breath enriched Thessalian air.

Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side!
Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss
To me, this day a second time thy bride!"
Jove frowned in heaven: the conscious Parcæ threw
Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.

"This visage tells thee that my doom is past:
Nor should the change be mourned, even if the joys
Of sense were able to return as fast

And surely as they vanish. Earth destroys
Those raptures duly - Erebus disdains:
Calm pleasures there abide-majestic pains.

"Be taught, O faithful Consort, to control
Rebellious passion: for the Gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul;
A fervent, not ungovernable, love.
Thy transports moderate; and meekly mourn
When I depart, for brief is my sojourn -

"Ah, wherefore?

Did not Hercules by force Wrest from the guardian Monster of the tomb Alcestis, a reanimated corse,

Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom? Medea's spells dispersed the weight of years, And Æson stood a youth 'mid youthful peers.

"The Gods to us are merciful, and they Yet further may relent: for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway

Of magic potent over sun and star,

Is love, though oft to agony distrest,

And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's

She looked upon him and was calmed and cheered
The ghastly color from his lips had fled;

In his deportment, shape, and mien appeared
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,

Brought from a pensive, though a happy place.

He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, -

The past unsighed for, and the future sure;
Spake of heroic arts in graver mood
Revived, with finer harmony pursued;

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there
In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
An ampler ether, a diviner air,

And fields invested with purpureal gleams;

Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest

day

Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.

Yet there the Soul shall enter which hath earned

That privilege by virtue." Ill," said he, "The end of man's existence I discerned, Who from ignoble games and revelry

Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight, While tears were thy best pastime, day and

night;

"And while my youthful peers before my eyes (Each hero following his peculiar bent)

Prepared themselves for glorious enterprise

By martial sports,

or, seated in the tent, Chieftains and kings in council were detained; What time the fleet at Aulis lay enchained.

"The wished-for wind was given :

volved

The oracle, upon the silent sea;

And, if no worthier led the

way, resolved

That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be
The foremost prow in pressing to the strand, -
Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

"Yet bitter, ofttimes bitter, was the pang
When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife!
On thee too fondly did my memory hang,
And on the joys we shared in mortal life,

The paths which we had trod, — these fountains,

flowers,

My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers.