Another.
And on Ida the shepherds are waking
Their flocks for the upland. I hear
The skirl of a pipe very distant.
Another.
And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.
'Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
Of dawn is so near.
Divers Guards (talking).
Why have we still no word nor sign
Of that scout in the Argive line?
Another.
I know not; he is long delayed.
Another.
God send he trip not on the blade
Of some Greek in an ambuscade!