The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review October 1911
Oenone's song of Vengeance
Oenone's song of Vengeance.
Joy be in Troas' hills!
Joy be by Ida's rills!
Paris is slain!
Paris, the false of heart,
Struck by the hero's dart
Lives not again.
Not all is songs of Greece
Now give the singer peace,
Sweet life restore.
Wounded to very death
Draws he his latest breath,
Life's Pleasures o'er.
See—still in. pain he lives!
Ah! How his torture gives
Joy to my soul!
Writhing in pain he lies:
Mark how the traitor dies!
Triumph, my soul!
Back falls the perjured head.
What! Is the traitor dead.
False Prince of Troy?
Nay, but his end is nigh.
Sing we, and let him lie.
Sing we our joy.