A Lost Wordsworth Fragment.

And I will bear my vengeful blade
With the myrtle’s boughs arrayed
As Harmodius before
As Aristogiton bore,

When the tyrant’s heart they gor’d
With the myrtle-braided sword,
Gave to triumph Freedom’s cause
Gave to Athens equal laws.

Where, unnumbered with the dead,
Dear Harmodius, art thou fled?
Athens sings ’tis thine to rest
In the islands of the blest,
Where Achilles swift of feet
And the brave Tydides meet.

I will bear my vengeful blade
With the myrtle boughs arrayed,
As Harmodius before
As Aristogiton bore
When in Athens’ festal time
The tyrant felt their arm sublime.

Let thy name, Harmodius dear,
Live through heaven’s eternal year.
Long as Heaven and Earth survive
Dear Aristogiton live,
With the myrtle-braided sword
Ye the tyrant’s bosom gor’d,
Gave to triumph Freedom’s cause
Gave to Athens equal laws.