"Methought in sleep, Cassandra's ghost came near, With torches in her hands, and bade me seize The flaming firebrands, and exclaimed: 'See, here Thy Troy, the home that destiny decrees! The hour is ripe; such prodigies as these Brook not delay.

Lo! here to Neptune rise Four altars.

He, the Sovereign of the seas, Himself the firebrands and the will supplies.'" Then straight, with arm drawn back, and fury in her eyes, LXXXVIII.

She waved a torch, and hurled it.

Dazed with fear, The women trembled as she tossed the flame.
Then one who nursed through many a bygone year The sons of Priam--Pyrgo was the dame,-- "No Trojan this, nor Beroe her name, The wife of Doryclus.