My soul is in turmoil fear…

My soul is in turmoil fear
On guard been waiting for death,
As a young Andromache
The unfortunate peplum clothed.

Alas, snaps Hector new,
Achilles struck the wall,
And durable shackles
Wife sad destined.

Here he leads her out of the battle -
destructional Achilles,
and far, in the burning camp,
Battles fervor subsides.

15 August 1902

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