SONG OF THE PARCE. IPHIGENIA. WITHIN my ears resounds that ancient song, Forgotten was it, and forgotten gladly, Song of the Parce, which they shuddering sang, When Tantalus fell from his golden seat. They suffered with their noble friend; indignant Their bosom was, and terrible their song. To me and to my sisters, in our youth, The nurse would sing it; and I marked it well. "The Gods be your terror, Ye children of men! They hold the dominion In hands everlasting, All free to exert it "Let him fear them doubly "Dissension arises; "But they remain seated Steams towards them the breathing Like offerings of incense, "They turn the proud masters- And was embarked to cross to Burgundy; And in my company, my brother Gloster: Who from my cabin, tempted me to walk Upon the hatches: thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lan caster That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O heaven! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the |