And drew to death with him the prophetess-maid,
When he, avenging Helen’s rape, had laid
Low all Troy’s homes delectable in flame.
But that child-head, his son Orestes, came
Safe to old Strophius, his father’s guest,
Who in the vale dwelt ’neath Parnassus’ crest.
And the years watched that murderess, till they brought her
A son to join with hers her paramour’s slaughter.