ELECTRA
Of powers above the earth and powers below
Herald supreme, escorter of the shades,
Hermes, now summon to attend my prayer
The guardians of my father's house, dread powers,
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Throned in the nether world, and mother Earth,
Who all things bringeth forth, who fosters all,
And doth of all receive again the germ.
And I, libations pouring to the dead,
Thus pray, my Sire invoking;-" Pity me,
And dear Orestes pity;-how shall we
Rule in our palace-home? for sold, alas!
By her who bare us, we as outcasts stray;
While, for Ægisthos, 'complice in thy death,
Her lord she bartered ;-slavish is my lot,
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Orestes exiled from his wealth, the while
Revel the twain, exulting in thy fall.
That home Orestes may at length return,
By glad success escorted, I implore.
Give ear, my father, and vouchsafe to me
A spirit than my mother's chaster far,
And hands more pure. For us these orisons;
But for thy foes, may thine avenger come,
And those be justly slain who slaughtered thee.
Thus intermingled with my pious prayer,
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For them an evil utterance I pour.
To us upsend these blessings from below,
With gods, and Earth, and Justice conquest-crowned."
Over such prayers, libations, lo! I pour.
Yours be it now, lifting the solemn wail,
To crown with dole the pean of the dead.
