SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



Of Cretan lance, the battle's wild turmoil, 

 And Ajax swift to follow — in the dust 



Condemned, though late, your wanton curls 

 to soil. 

 Ah ! see you not where (fatal to your race), 



Laertes' son comes with the Pylean sage ; 

 Fearless alike, with Teucer joins the chase 



Stenelaus, skill'd the fistic strife to wage, 

 Nor less expert the fiery steeds to quell ; 



And Meriones, you must know. Behold 

 A warrior, than his sire more fierce and fell, 



To find you rages, — Diomed the bold. 

 Whom, like the stag that, far across the vale 



The wolf being seen, no herbage can allure. 

 So fly you, panting sorely, dastard pale ! — 



Not thus you boasted to your paramour. 

 Achilles' anger for a space defers 



The day of wrath to Troy and Trojan dame ; 

 Inevitable glide the allotted years. 



And Dardan roofs must waste in Argive 

 flame. 



