Faithful ever to thy brother,
Risking everything, e’en life,
Careless of the scorn of others,
Quelling all internal strife.

While in the bare cave around you,
Stood the somber shades of night,
Did you pray that Jove would save you,
Did you wish again for light?

Antigone? Through song and story
Lives your name and ever will,
While the sages, gray and hoary,
See the rock-cave on the hill.

When you died for Polynices,
To save him from endless shame,
Did you tear your soul in pieces,
Just to save your brother’s name?

Faithful ever to thy brother,
Yes, you gave your all, your life,
Did not heed the scorn of others,
And you quelled the inward strife.