When new-born Paris first beheld the light,
Would that his mother, o’er her head, this brand
Ordained by Heaven to fire his native land,
Had cast, before he dwelt on Ida’s height.
Unheeded from the bay’s prophetic shade
Exclaimed Cassandra: “Let the child be slain;
Kill him, or Priam’s empire is betrayed.”
Frantic she raved and sued to every prince in vain.