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Nay, the law is sternly set—

Blood-drops shed upon the ground

Plead for other bloodshed yet;

Loud the call of death doth sound,

Calling guilt of olden time,

A Fury, crowning crime with crime.

Where, where are ye, avenging powers,

Puissant Furies of the slain?

Behold the relics of the race

Of Atreus, thrust from pride of place!

O Zeus, what home henceforth is ours,

What refuge to attain?

Lo, at your wail my heart throbs, wildly stirred;

Now am I lorn with sadness,

Darkened in all my soul, to hear your sorrow's word.

Anon to hope, the seat of strength, I rise,—

She, thrusting grief away, lifts up mine eyes

To the new dawn of gladness.

Skills it to tell of aught save wrong on wrong,

Wrought by our mother's deed?

Though now she fawn for pardon, sternly strong

Standeth our wrath, and will nor hear nor heed:

Her children's soul is wolfish, born from hers,

And softens not by prayers.