CASSANDRA
In sooth the oracle no more shall peer
Forth from a veil, like newly wedded bride ;
But flashing on the soul, like wind that blows
Sunward, it dasheth 'gainst the orient beams
A mighty surge that doth this grief o'ertop.
No more through dark enigmas will I teach!
And bear me witness, how in eager chase
The track I scent of crimes wrought long ago.
For from this roof departeth never more
A choir, concordant but unmusical,
To evil tuned. Ay, drunk with human blood,
And by the draught made bold, within these halls
Abides a rout, not easy to eject,
Of sister Furies ; lodged within these walls
They chant in chorus the primeval curse.
Hostile to him his brother's couch who trod,
In turn they tell their loathing. Have I missed,
Or, like true archer, have I hit the mark?
Or strolling cheat, or lying prophet am I ?
Before I die, attest ye now on oath
That of these halls the hoary crimes I know.
Agamemnon. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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