Return my dearest Lord, at length return, <br />Let me no longer your sad absence mourn, <br />Ilium in Dust, does no more Work afford, <br />No more Employment for your Wit or Sword. <br /> <br />Why did not the fore-seeing Gods destroy, <br />Helin the Fire-brand both of Greece and Troy, <br />E're yet the Fatal Youth her Face had seen, <br />E're lov'd and born away the wanton Queen? <br />Then had been stopt the mighty Floud of Woe, <br />Which now both Greece and Phrygia over-flow: <br />Then I, these many Teares, should not have shed, <br />Nor thou, the source of them, to War been led: <br />I should not then have trembled at the Fame <br />Of Hectors warlike and victorious Name. <br /> <br />Why did I wish the Noble Hector Slain? <br />Why Ilium ruin'd? Rise, O rise again! <br />Again great City flourish from thine Urne: <br />For though thou'rt burn'd, my Lord does not return. <br />Sometimes I think, (but O most Cruel Thought,) <br />That, for thy Absence, th' art thy self in fault: <br />That thou art captiv'd by some captive Dame, <br />Who, when thou fired'st Troy, did thee inflame <br />And now with her thou lead'st thy am'rous Life, <br />Forgetful, and despising of thy Wife.<br /><br />Anne Killigrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/penelope-to-ulysses/
