Canto 35The Three Cries of Deiphobus
Book 2. Part Two - Baroda Circa 1898 – 1902
Awake, awake, O sleeping men of Troy,
That sleep and know not in the grasp of Hell
I perish in the treacherous lonely night
To foes betrayed, environed and undone.
5O Trojans, will ye sleep until the doom
Have slipped its leash and bark upon your doors?
Not long will ye, unless in Pluto’s realm,
Have slumber, since forsaken among foes
I drink the bitter cup of lonely death
10Unheeded and from helping faces far.
O Trojans, Trojans, yet again I call!
Swift help we need or Ilion’s days are done.