The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Shall scatter on the rolling sea,

Where swelling sails and bending oars1045

Shall speed us on to distant shores.

Oh, then how hard shall be our wretched plight,

When far away our country lies,

And round us heaving billows rise,

And lofty Ida's summit sinks from sight.

Then mother shall her child embrace,1050

And point with straining eyes the place

Where Ilium's smouldering ruins lie,