BISHOP TEGSKll. 43 



Lomler .swell the uutes 



Gushing fiom their throats, 



Munum-ing, thrilliug through the grove : 



Soiigs of rage as well as lo\'e, 



Love and rage and rivahy. 



('hased in\ist the hated rival he 



0\'v hill and dale, far from the tr^'sting tree. 



What can assuage 



Their jealous rage 1 



War, and warlike songs. 



The prize, the struggle, is the same 



As before Troy, whose deeds of fame 



In many a battle-song are shown : 



To the forest stri fe belongs 



Rightly an Iliad of its own. 



The squadrons stand aside, 



While Paris forth is gone 



With Menelaus to contend alone, 



Anil battle for the beauteous bride 



Tliere Helen sits, not upon Ilion's wall, 



But on a ])ine-tree tall ; 



Tlience she beholds the strife, 



Destined to lie the conqueror's wife. 



With fierce delight 



The Greek and Trojan tight : 



They clap their wings, 



With eager spiings 



Breast against breast they rise ; 



And the red ring swells round their tiery eyes. 



Claw and crooked beak 



Their hate and rage bespeak. 



Feathers fly ; the life Wood dro]is, 



Spattering the gi-een grass toiis ; 



Till, weary of the tight, 



Pai-is turns to flight. 



But all ! a Pandarus is there, 



Already plans his treacherous snare, 



His bow already on the Sp.u'tau bends. 



While he strut^ proiidh' through his (irei-iau friends. 



