Helen
Oh! Oh! Maidens of Hellas, the prey of barbarian sailors! An Achaean sailor [195] came, he came bringing tears upon tears to me. Ilion has been destroyed and is left to the enemy's fire through me, the death-giver, through my name, full of suffering. [200] Leda sought death by hanging, in anguish over my disgrace. My husband, after much wandering in the sea, has died and is gone; [205] and Castor and his brother, twin glory of their native land, have vanished, vanished, leaving the plains that shook to their galloping horses, [210] and the schools of reed-fringed Eurotas, scene of youthful labors.