The Phoenissae Author:Euripides ANTIGONE I see him, yes! but not distinctly; 'tis but the outline of his form the semblance of his stalwart limbs I see. Would I could speed through the sky, swift as a cloud before the wind, towards my own dear brother, and throw my arms about my darling's neck, so long, poor boy! an exile. How bright his golden weapons flash like the sun-god's... more » morning rays!« less