Electra

I called and her eyes lit with recognition,

loveliest activity of the soul,

enriching present pose with ancient réle,

perfecting many a latent expectation,

glory without addition, for nothing new

is added recognizing, except form

supervenes on hitherto difform

presentations neither false nor true;

all which the glad awakening of the eyes

signals, alight with intellect and joy,

-so thrilling! that those moments do not cloy

(though frequent) when the persons recognize

in classic plays: Electra at the tomb

stood so, her eyes alight, her soul astir,

returning to the childish days that were,

the while Orestes called her to their doom.