Helectra's despondency II


" ...Brother, brother, on some far shore          
Hast thou a city, is there a door
That knows thy footfall, Wandering One?
Who left me, left me, when all our pain
Was bitter about us, a father slain,
And a girl that wept in her room alone.
  Thou couldst break me this bondage sore,
    Only thou, who art far away,
  Loose our father, and wake once more....
    Zeus, Zeus, dost hear me pray?...
The sleeping blood and the shame and the doom!
O feet that rest not, over the foam
Of distant seas, come home, come home!..." 

see also Helectra's despondency I: click here

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