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Fearing God, O Queen: whom thou

Hast forgotten, till thy brow

With old blood is dark and daunted.

And thy brethren, even now,

Walk among the stars, enchanted.

Ha, friends, was that a voice? Or some dream sound

Of voices shaketh me, as underground

God's thunder shuddering? Hark, again, and clear!

It swells upon the wind.—Come forth and hear!

Mistress, Electra!

Friends! Some news is brought?

How hath the battle ended?

I know naught.

There seemed a cry as of men massacred!

I heard it too. Far off, but still I heard.

A distant floating voice Ah, plainer now!