Messenger
I will inform thee of each circumstance.
Under thy dreadful menace to the place
Soon as we came, we swept the dust away,
The dead which cover'd o'er, and laying bare
The putrid body, on the higher ground
In the free wind sate down, th' infectious smell
Avoiding: man urged man, with keen reproach
Utter'd 'gainst him who from the task should shrink.
The hours thus pass'd till in its mid-day height
Stood the sun's radiant orb; the heat was fierce;
When sudden from the ground a fiery wind
Rose in tempestuous whirls, the troubled sky
Its wild rage rent, swept o'er the plain, and smote
The leafy branches of each bending tree;
Now the wide air was fill'd with dust; our eyes
We closed by this ethereal pest annoy'd.
At length a calm succeeds; the virgin then
Is seen, lamenting shrill with plaintive notes,
Like the poor bird that sees her lonely nest
Spoil'd of her young; so when she sees the dead
Antigone. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.