The Infant Hercules and the Serpents

Young Hercules had now beheld the light
Only ten months, when once upon a night,
Alcmena, having wash'd, and given the breast
To both her heavy boys, laid them to rest.
Their cradle was a noble shield of brass,
Won by her lord from slaughtered Pterelas.
Gently she laid them down, and gently laid
Her hand on both their heads, and yearn'd, and said,
" Sleep, sleep, my boys, a light and pleasant sleep ;
My httle souls, my twins, my guard and keep !
Sleep happy, and wake happy ! " And she kept
Rocking the mighty buckler, and they slept.

At midnight, when the Bear went down, and broad
Orion's shoulder lit the starry road,
There came, careering through the opening halls,
On livid spires, two dreadful animals —
Serpents ; whom Juno, threatening as she drove,
Had sent there to devour the boy of Jove.
Orbing their blood-fed bellies in and out.
They tower'd along ; and as they look'd about,
An evil fire out of their eyes came lamping ;
A heavy poison dropt about their champing.

And now they have arriv'd, and think to fall
To their dread meal, when lo ! (for Jove sees all)
The house is lit, as with the morning's break,
And the dear children of Alcmena wake.
The younger one, as soon as he beheld
The evil creatures coming on the shield,
And saw their loathsome teeth, began to cry
And shriek, and kick away the clothes, and try
All his poor little instincts of escape ;
The other, grappling, seized them by the nape
Of either poisonous neck, for all their twists,
And held, like iron, in his little fists.
Buckled and bound he held them, struggling wild ;
And so they wound about the boy, the child,
The long-begetting boy, the suckling dear.
That never teased his nurses with a tear.

Tir'd out at length, they trail their spires and gasp,
Lock'd in that young indissoluble grasp.
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" Alcmena heard the noise, and " Wake," she cried,
" Amphitryon, wake ; for terror holds me tied !
Up ; stay not for the sandals : hark ! the child,
The youngest — how he shrieks ! The babe is wild
And see, the walls and windows ! 'Tis as light
As if 'twere day, and yet 'tis surely night.
There's something dreadful in the house ; there is
Indeed, dear husband ! " He arose at this ;
And seiz'd his noble sword, which overhead
Was always hanging at the cedar-bed :
The hilt he grasp'd in one hand, and the sheath
In t'other ; and drew forth the blade of death.

All in an instant, like a stroke of doom,
Returning midnight smote upon the room.
Amphitryon call'd ; and woke from heavy sleep
His household, who lay breathing hard and deep ;
" Bring lights here from the hearth ! lights, lights ; and guard
The doorways ; rise, ye ready labourers hard ! "
He said ; and lights came pouring in, and all
The busy house was up, in bower and hall ;
But when they saw the little suckler, how
He grasp'd the monsters, and with earnest brow
Kept beating them together, plaything-wise.
They shriek'd aloud ; but he with laughing eyes,
Soon as he saw Amphitryon, leap'd and sprung
Childlike, and at his feet the dead disturbers flung.

Then did Alcmena to her bosom take
Her feebler boy, who could not cease to shake.
The other son Amphitryon took and laid
Beneath a fleece ; and so return'd to bed.

Soon as the cock, with his thrice-echoing cheer,
Told that the gladness of the day was near,
Alcmena sent for old, truth-uttering
Tiresias ; and she told him all this thing,
And bade him say what she might think and do;
" Nor do thou fear," said she, " to let me know,
Although the mighty gods should meditate
Aught ill ; for man can never fly from Fate.
And thus thou seest " (and here her smiling eyes
Look'd through a blush) " how well I teach the
So spoke the queen. Then he with glad old tone ;
" Be of good heart, thou blessed bearing one,
True blood of Perseus ; for by my sweet sight.
Which once divided these poor lids with light,
Many Greek women, as they sit and weave
The gentle thread across their knees at eve,
Shall sing of thee and thy beloved name ;
Thou shalt be blest by every Argive dame :
For unto this thy son it shall be given,
With his broad heart to win his way to heaven ;
Twelve labours shall he work ; and all accurst
And brutal things o'erthrow, brute men the worst;
And in Trachinia shall the funeral pyre
Purge his mortalities away with fire ;
And he shall mount amid the stars, and be
Acknowledg'd kin to those who envied thee,
And sent these den-born shapes to crush his destiny."