Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EUCHENOR CHORUS, FR. THE CITY, by ARTHUR W. UPSON Poet's Biography First Line: Of old it went forth to euchenor, pronounced of his sire Last Line: But invisible glories dispense wide over the war-gleaming plain. | ||||||||
Of old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire -- Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire -- To choose for his doom or to perish at home of disease Or be slain of his foes, among men, where Troy surges down to the seas. Polyides, the soothsayer, spake it, inflamed by the god. Of his son whom the fates singled out did he bruit it abroad; And Euchenor went down to the ships with his armor and men And straightway, grown dim on the gulf, passed the isles he passed never again. Why weep ye, O women of Corinth? The doom ye have heard Is it strange to your ears that ye make it so mournful a word? Is he who so fair in your eyes to his manhood upgrew, Alone in his doom of pale death -- are of mortals the beaten so few? O weep not, companions and lovers! Turn back to your joys: The defeat was not his which he chose, nor the victory Troy's. Him a conqueror, beauteous in youth, o'er the flood his fleet brought, And the swift spear of Paris that slew completed the conquest he sought. Not the falling proclaims the defeat, but the place of the fall; And the fate that decrees and the god that impels through it all Regard not blind mortals' divisions of slayer and slain, But invisible glories dispense wide over the war-gleaming plain. | Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF LOVE AND YOUR DREAMS by ARTHUR W. UPSON ABSENCE AND PRESENCE by ARTHUR W. UPSON AFTER A DOLMETSCH CONCERT by ARTHUR W. UPSON AFTER READING 'AN ITALIAN GARDEN' by ARTHUR W. UPSON AFTER READING 'THE GOLDEN TREASURY' IN THE GREEN PARK by ARTHUR W. UPSON AFTER READING AN OLD COMEDY by ARTHUR W. UPSON AGAMEDE'S SONG, FR. THE CITY by ARTHUR W. UPSON BENJAMIN-CONSTANTS PORTRAIT OF QUEEN VICTORIA by ARTHUR W. UPSON |
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