Agamemnon - V:690

Chorus

Who is he that named you so

fatally in every way?

Could it be some mind unseen

in divination of your destiny

shaping to the lips that name

for the bride of spears and blood,

Helen, which is death? Appropriately

death of ships, death of men and cities

from the bower's soft curtained

and secluded luxury she sailed then,

driven on the giant west wind,

and armored men in their thousands came,

huntsmen down the oar blade's fading footprint

to struggle in blood with those

who by the banks of Simoeis

beached their hulls where the leaves break.