No More Learning

Alas, their fate! the combat murderous,
The horror of the house,
The curse of ancient bloodshed, now repaid!
Yea, deep and to the heart the deathblow fell,
Edged by their feud ineffable--
By the grim curse, their sire did imprecate--
Discord and deadly hate!
Hark, how the city and its towers make moan--
How the land mourns that held them for its own!
Fierce greed and fell division did they blend,
Till death made end!
They strove to part the heritage in twain,
Giving to each a gain--
Yet that which struck the balance in the strife,
The arbitrating sword,
By those who loved the twain is held abhorred--
Loathed is the god of death, who sundered each from life!
Here, by the stroke of steel, behold! they lie--
And rightly may we cry
_Beside their fathers, let them here be laid--
Iron gave their doom, with iron their graves be made--
Alack, the slaying sword, alack, th' entombing spade_!

Alas, a piercing shriek, a rending groan,
A cry unfeigned of sorrow felt at heart!
With shuddering of grief, with tears that start,
With wailful escort, let them hither come--
For one or other make divided moan!
No light lament of pity mixed with gladness,
But with true tears, poured from the soul of sadness,
Over the princes dead and their bereaved home

Say we, above these brethren dead,
_On citizen, on foreign foe,
Brave was their rush, and stern their blow--
Now, lowly are they laid_!
Beyond all women upon earth
Woe, woe for her who gave them birth!
Unknowingly, her son she wed--
The children of that marriage-bed,
Each in the self-same womb, were bred--
Each by a brother's hand lies dead!

Yea, from one seed they sprang, and by one fate
Their heritage is desolate,
The heart's division sundered claim from claim,
And, from their feud, death came!
Now is their hate allayed,
Now is their life-stream shed,
Ensanguining the earth with crimson dye--
Lo, from one blood they sprang, and in one blood they lie!
A grievous arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the northern main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a fulfilment dire!
They have their portion--each his lot and doom,
Given from the gods on high!
Yea, the piled wealth of fatherland, for tomb,
Shall underneath them lie!
Alas, alas! with flowers of fame and pride
Your home ye glorified;
But, in the end, the Furies gathered round
With chants of boding sound,

Shrieking, _In wild defeat and disarray,
Behold, ye pass away_!
The sign of Ruin standeth at the gate,
There, where they strove with Fate--
And the ill power beheld the brothers' fall,
And triumphed over all!
ANTIGONE, ISMENE, _and_ CHORUS
(_Processional Chant_)

Thou wert smitten, in smiting,
Thou didst slay, and wert slain--
By the spear of each other
Ye lie on the plain,
And ruthless the deed that ye wrought was,
and ruthless the death of the twain!

Take voice, O my sorrow!
Flow tear upon tear--
Lay the slain by the slayer,
Made one on the bier!
Our soul in distraction is lost,
and we mourn o'er the prey of the spear!

Ah, woe for your ending,
Unbrotherly wrought!
And woe for the issue,
The fray that ye fought,
The doom of a mutual slaughter
whereby to the grave ye are brought!

Ah, twofold the sorrow--
The heard and the seen!
And double the tide
Of our tears and our teen,
As we stand by our brothers in death
and wail for the love that has been!

O grievous the fate
That attends upon wrong!
Stern ghost of our sire,
Thy vengeance is long!