And lo! though startled, with no fear at all—
For how suspect ill in her loved sire’s call!—
A girl, young; yet ripe for marriage; perhaps,
Summoned to adorn that high festival!
What if some tremor? In her flow’r of days,
Brought hither for the host of Greeks to gaze,
And admire the Fair, a young hero’s bride.
Hark! is not that the wedding chant they raise?
Courage! Faint not; here are brave friends will bear
Thee to the Altar; all await thee there!