Ohé, Helena!
Down by Argos the flight is stayed!
And proud blood stifles the reeking blade!
And they cut the tongue for the golden maid!
Helena hunts on the hills!
Over in Troy by a kingly door,
Ohé, Helena!
Over in Troy by a kingly door,
Hector’s sword is asleep from war!
“Wait!” whines the bitter steel, “Two years more!”