Chorus
STROPHE.
†Drop ye for the dead
Tears with pattering sound;
Lustral rain is shed
O'er the hallowed mound,
From the pure which screeneth bale,
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While the powers of Evil quail.
Hear, O master, at thy tomb,
Whispered sounds from sorrow's murky gloom.
ANTISTROPHE.
Now in measured flow
Tune the notes of woe!
When will warrior brave,
†(War-god strong to save
Houses in the dust laid low,)
Hurl the spear, from hornèd bow
Wing the arrow's deadly flight,
Or wield the hilted brand in closing fight?
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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Funding provided by European Social Fund Saxony.