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Enter ELECTRA .
MONODY .
O purest light!
And air by earth alone
Measured and limitable, how oft have ye
Heard many a piercing moan,
Many a blow full on my bleeding breast,
When gloomy night
Hath slackened pace and yielded to the day!
And through the hours of rest,
Ah! well ’tis known
To my sad pillow in yon house of woe,
What vigil of scant joyance keeping,
Whiles all within are sleeping,
For my dear father without stint I groan,
Whom not in bloody fray
The War-god in the stranger-land
Received with hospitable hand,
But she that is my mother, and her groom,
As woodmen fell the oak,
Cleft through the skull with murdering stroke.
And o’er this gloom
No ray of pity, save from only me,
Goes forth on thee,
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My father, who didst die
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A cruel death of piteous agony.
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But ne’er will I
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Cease from my crying and sad mourning lay,
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While I behold the sky,
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Glancing with myriad fires, or this fair day.
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But, like some brood-bereavèd nightingale,
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With far-heard wail,
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Here at my father’s door my voice shall sound.
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O home beneath the ground!
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Hades unseen, and dread Persephonè,
And darkling Hermes, and the Curse revered,
And ye, Erinyës, of mortals feared,
Daughters of Heaven, that ever see
Who die unjustly, who are wronged i’ the bed
Of those they wed,
Avenge our father’s murder on his foe!
Aid us, and send my brother to my side;
Alone I cannot longer bide
The oppressive strain of strength-o’ermastering woe.
Electra. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.