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O woe, O rending and convulsive pain,

Frenzy and agony, again, again

Searing my heart and brain!

O dagger of the sting, unforged with fire

Yet burning, burning ever! O my heart,

Pulsing with horror, beating at my breast!

O rolling maddened eyes! away, apart,

Raving with anguish dire,

I spring, by frenzy-fiends possest.

O wild and whirling words, that sweep in gloom

Down to dark waves of doom!

[Exit.

O well and sagely was it said—

Yea, wise of heart was he who first

Gave forth in speech the thought he nursed—

In thine own order see thou wed!

Let not the humble heart aspire

To the gross home of wealth and pride;

Nor be it to a hearth allied

That vaunts of many a noble sire.

O Fates, of awful empery!

Never may I by Zeus be wooed—

Never give o'er my maidenhood

To any god that dwells on high.

A shudder to my soul is sent,

Beholding Io's doom forlorn—

By Hera's malice put to scorn,

Roaming in mateless banishment.