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Lo, yonder, in their mother's new-spilt gore

Red-garmented and ghastly, from the door

They reel. O horrible! Was it agony

Like this, she boded in her last wild cry?

There lives no seed of man calamitous,

Nor hath lived, like this seed of Tantalus.

O Dark of the Earth, O God,

Thou to whom all is plain;

Look on my sin, my blood,

This horror of dead things twain:

Gathered as one they lie

Slain; and the slayer was I,

I, to pay for my pain!

Let tear rain upon tear,

Brother: but mine is the blame.

A fire stood over her,

And out of the fire I came,

I, in my misery

And I was the child at her knee,

'Mother' I named her name.

Alas for Fate, for the Fate of thee,

O Mother, Mother of Misery:

And Misery, lo, hath turned again,