Breeze, breeze of the sea, <br />Who the wave-passers bearest home <br />Swift and unwearied o'er the billows' foam, <br />Ah! whither lead'st thou me <br />Grief-worn? whose house must have <br />This thing - a captured slave? <br /> <br />Or shall I reach a harbor strand <br />Dorian of Phthian, where they tell <br />Apidanos o'erstreams the land, <br />Father of fairest founts that well? <br /> <br />Or else some island shore, <br />Urged, wretched, on my way with brine-splashed oar, <br />To lead a life of weary sorrow there, <br />Where the first palm bare fruit, <br />Where the bay raised each sacred shoot <br />To form a bower, <br />Leto's protection in her trial of hour? <br /> <br />Or shall I, like Delian maiden, <br />Sing of Artemis divine, <br />Golden-filleted, bow-laden? <br />Or at Pallas' sacred shrine <br />The steeds to her fair chariot yoke <br />To bear her, clad in saffron cloak, <br />And braid the silken garments thin <br />With saffron flowerets woven in? <br /> <br />Or shall I sing the Titan brood, <br />Whom Zeus, great Kronos' son, <br />Poured twice-forged fire upon, <br />And did to lasting sleep by that fell bolt and rude? <br /> <br />Ah, sorrow for the young, <br />For those whose life was long, <br />For all the land, <br />A heap of smoking ruin, <br />Spear-pierced to her undoing <br />By Argive hand! <br /> <br />And I shall be a slave <br />Within a country not my own, <br />Leaving the land that Europe has o'erthrown, <br />'Scaping the chambers of the grave.<br /><br />Euripides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-captive-trojan-maiden/
