Tiresias
When thou hast heard the portents which my
But now discovered, thou wilt see it all.
Know then that, sitting on my ancient throne
Augurial, whence each divination comes,
Sudden a strange unusual noise was heard
Of birds, whose loud and barbarous dissonance
I knew not how to interpret. By the sound
Of clashing wings I could discover well
That with their bloody claws they tore each other ;
Amazed and fearful, instantly I tried
On burning altars holy sacrifice —
When, from the victim, lo ! the sullen flame
Aspired not. Smothered in the ashes still
Laid the moist flesh, and, rolled in smoke, repelled
Were separate. All these .signs of deadly omen,
from their fat the thighs
Boding dark vengeance, did I learn from hiru ;
He is my leader, king, and 1 am thine.
Then mark me well. From thee these evils flow,
From thy unjust decree. Our altars all
Have been polluted by th' unhallowed food
Of birds and dogs, that preyed upon the corse
Of wretched CEdipus' unhappy son ;
Nor will the gods accept our offered prayers,
Or from our hands receive the sacrifice ;
No longer will the birds send forth their sounds
Auspicious, fattened thus with human blood.
Consider this, my son. And, oh ! remember,
To err is human — 'tis the common lot
Of frail mortality ; and he alone
Is wise and happy, who, when ills are done,
Persists not, but would heal the wound he made ;
But self-sufficient obstinacy ever
Is folly's utmost height. Where is the glory
To slay the slain or persecute the dead ?
I wish thee well, and therefore have spoke thus ;
When those who love advise 'tis sweet to learn.