Pasiphassa
Who watcht when flared
Lord Hector like a meteor, dared
The high stockade and fired the ships?
I watcht his lips who had had my lips.
Sitys
And when he slew Menoikios' son,
Sister, what then?
Pasiphassa
My cheek was wan
For lack of kissing—so I blew
On slumbering lids to draw anew
The eyes of him who had loved me well,
But now was faint.
Chthonoë
O Kypris, tell
The deeds of men, not lovers!
Rhodope
Here
Came one all palsied in his fear,
Chattering and white, to Paris abed,
Flusht in his sleep—told Hector dead,
Dead and dishonoured, while he slept.
He sighed and turned. But Helen wept.