POETRY.
ON MR. LEIGHTON'S PICTURE.
[" Clytemnestra, from the battlements of Argos, watches for the beacon- lres which are to announce the return of Agamemnon."] THE stars are clear above the Argive height,
Where soon shall blaze a redder, angrier fire,— Signal of answer to a long desire, Sending the doom of Troy across the night. When shall it flash upon thy steadfast sight,
Thou whose child bled beneath a father's hand,— When shall the Fury lift the flaming brand, O Clytemnestra! calling thee to smite ?
But he, the king, thy lord, by Ida's hill, Hears even now the roman sound on high, Feels even now that hour's triumphant thrill When wifely welcome and a city's cry Shall drown in joy the faint, sad memory Of her who perished when the winds were still.
R. C. Jena.
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