CHORUS
CHORUS .
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Whom hath the voice from Delphi’s rocky throne
Loudly declared to have done
Horror unnameable with murdering hand?
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With speed of storm-swift car
With mighty footstep hurrying from the land.
For, armed with lightning brand,
The son of Zeus assails him with fierce bounds,
Hunting with Death’s inevitable hounds.
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Late from divine Parnassus’ snow-capped height
This utterance sprang to light,
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To track by every path the man unknown.
Through woodland caverns deep
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Harbouring in caves he roams the wild alone,
With none to share his moan.
Shunning that prophet-voice’s central sound,
Which ever lives, and haunts him, hovering round.
The reverend Seer hath stirred me with strange awe.
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Gainsay I cannot, nor yet think him true.
I know not how to speak. My fluttering heart
In wild expectancy sees nothing clear.
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Things past and future with the present doubt
Are shrouded in one mist. What quarrel lay
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’Twixt Cadmus’ issue and Corinthus’ heir
Was never shown me, from old times till now,
By one on whose sure word I might rely
In running counter to the King’s fair fame,
To wreak for Laius that mysterious death.
Zeus and Apollo scan the ways of men
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With perfect vision. But of mortals here
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That soothsayers are more inspired than I
What certain proof is given? A man through wit
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May pass another’s wisdom in the race.
But never, till I see the word fulfilled,
Will I confirm their clamour ’gainst the King.
In open day the female monster came:
Then perfect witness made his wisdom clear.
Thebè hath tried him and delights in him.
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Wherefore my heart shall still believe him good.