Parodos
Those feasting on the hare
The armament-conductors were;
And thus he spoke, explaining signs in view.
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In time, this outset takes the town of Priamos:
But all before its towers, — the people’s wealth that was,
Of flocks and herds, — as sure, shall booty-sharing thence
Drain to the dregs away, by battle violence.
Only, have care lest grudge of any god disturb
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With cloud the unsullied shine of that great force, the curb
Of Troia, struck with damp
Toward — her father’s flying hounds — this House —
The sacrificers of the piteous
Brood and all, ere the birth: she hates the eagles’ feast.
Ah, Linos, say — ah, Linos, song of wail!
But may the good prevail!
Thus ready is the beauteous one with help
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