Thus to necessity’s harsh yoke he bared

His patient neck. Unblissful blew the gale

That turned the father’s heart[n23]

To horrid thoughts unholy, thoughts that dared

The extreme of daring. Sin from its primal spring

Mads the ill-counsel’d heart, and arms the hand

With reckless strength. Thus he

Gave his own daughter’s blood, his life, his joy,

To speed a woman’s war, and consecrate[n24]

His ships for Troy.