BUT when her heart had had its fill of weeping, To Artemis first that star of women prayed: 'Dread goddess Artemis, thou maid of Zeus, Would that this very hour thou mightest fix Thine arrow in my breast and take my life! Or else I would a storm might snatch me up And sweep me headlong down the murky ways, And cast me forth into the outgoings Of backward-flowing Ocean; as when once The storm-winds bore Pandareus' daughters off. The gods had slain their parents, and at home Were they left orphaned; Aphrodite fair Stayed them with curds and honey and sweet wine, And Here gave them over all their kind Wisdom and beauty, and white Artemis Made them grow stately, and Athene trained them To mastery of noble crafts. But while Fair Aphrodite was upon her way To high Olympus to implore the crown Of happy marriage for the maids (she went To Zeus the thunder-lord, for well he knows All things -- the happiness and haplessness Alike of mortal men), in that same hour The spirits of the storm bore off the girls And gave them to the horrible Avengers To serve them. Even so I would that they Who have Olympus for their habitation Would blot me out, or fair-haired Artemis Would smite me, so that dreaming on Odysseus I might depart, yea, 'neath the hateful earth, Nor ever make a meaner man's heart glad! Ah well, a tolerable woe hath he, Whoever weeps all day with heart sore vexed, But falls asleep o' nights; for sleep makes us Forget all things, both good and bad, when once It folds the eyelids. But to me the god Sends evil dreams as well: for this same night I dreamt there lay beside me one like him, Such as he was when with the host he went; And then my heart rejoiced, because I thought it A gleam of truth at last, and not a dream.' E'en as she spoke, came Dawn the golden-throned. But good Odysseus heard her as she wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DIVINITY by MATTHEW ARNOLD STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FROM TURIN TO PARIS by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE PLOUGHBOY by EDWARD CARPENTER HORACE: SONG AT THE END OF ACT 1 by PIERRE CORNEILLE EPITAPH ON MISS GEE, WHO DIED OCTOBER 25, 1736 by NATHANIEL COTTON |