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THE TROJAN WOMEN
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Poseidon.
I know the sin
Of Ajax, when he cast Cassandra down . . .
Pallas.
And no man rose and smote him; not a frown
Nor word from all the Greeks!
Poseidon.
And 'twas thine hand
That gave them Troy!
Pallas.
Therefore with thee I stand
To smite them.
Poseidon.
All thou cravest, even now
Is ready in mine heart. What seekest thou?
Pallas.
An homecoming that striveth ever more
And cometh to no home.
Poseidon.
Here on the shore
Wouldst hold them or amid mine own salt foam?
Pallas.
When the last ship hath bared her sail for home!
Zeus shall send rain, long rain and flaw of driven
Hail, and a whirling darkness blown from heaven;
