Right._

Yes: it is the hand of Zeus we may trace in all this! Now what will they
say who contend that the Gods care not when mortal men trample under foot
the inviolable? Troy knows better now, that once relied on its abounding
wealth: ah! moderate fortune is best for the seeker after Wisdom; Wealth
is no bulwark to those who in wantonness have spurned the altar of the
Right and Just. {375}

_Antistrophe I: evolutions front Right back to Altar, rhythm as in
Strophe._

Such a man is urged on by Impulse, offspring of Infatuation, till his
mischief stands out clear, as worthless bronze stripped of its varnish.
So Paris sees now his light-hearted crime has brought his city low. He
came to the house of the Sons of Atreus, and stole a Queen away, leaving
Shame where he had sat as Guest. {392}

_Strophe II: change of rhythm, evolutions from Altar to Left._

She, leaving to her countrymen at home
Wild din of spear and shield and ships of war,
And bringing, as her dower,
To Ilion doom of death,
Passed very swiftly through the palace gates,
Daring what none should dare;
And many a wailing cry
They raised, the minstrel prophets of the house,
"Woe for that kingly home!
Woe for that kingly home and for its chiefs!
Woe for the marriage-bed and traces left
Of wife who loved her lord!"
There stands he silent; foully wronged and yet
Uttering no word of scorn,
In deepest woe perceiving she is gone;
And in his yearning love
For one beyond the sea,
A ghost shall seem to queen it o'er the house;
The grace of sculptured forms
Is loathed by her lord,
And in the penury of life's bright eyes
All Aphrodite's charm
To utter wreck has gone. {409}

_Antistrophe II: back to Altar._

And phantom shades that hover round in dreams
Come full of sorrow, bringing vain delight;
For vain it is, when one
Sees seeming shows of good,
And gliding through his hands the dream is gone,
After a moment's space,
On wings that follow still
Upon the path where sleep goes to and fro.
Such are the woes at home
Upon the altar hearth, and worse than thes