Cassandra's Song

Clashing arms and ringing steel,
Glare of fire, and warriors' cries,
Shouts, and tramp of arméd heel,
Tell me, Troy in ruins lies—
Tell me, that the Trojan dies.

See, the swarming foemen come
Out the islands of the West.
Trumpet's blast and roll of drum
Cry, Now comes the vengeance-quest!
Can ye, Trojans, take your rest?

Arm you, arm you, men of Troy!
Strike, fight!—yet your city falls.
Comes the Hellene to destroy
Ilion's lofty towers and walls:
Burns with fire your ancient halls.