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148 Receive me, driven of avenging powers—

Not now a red-hand slayer unannealed,

But with guilt fading, half-effaced, outworn

On many homes and paths of mortal men.

For to the limit of each land, each sea,

I roamed, obedient to Apollo's hest,

And come at last, O Goddess, to thy fane,

And clinging to thine image, bide my doom.

[Enter the Chorus of Furies, questing like hounds.

Ho! clear is here the trace of him we seek:

Follow the track of blood, the silent sign!

Like to some hound that hunts a wounded fawn,

We snuff along the scent of dripping gore,

And inwardly we pant, for many a day

Toiling in chase that shall fordo the man;

For o'er and o'er the wide land have I ranged,

And o'er the wide sea, flying without wings,

Swift as a sail I pressed upon his track,

Who now hard by is crouching, well I wot,

For scent of mortal blood allures me here.

Follow, seek him—round and round

Scent and snuff and scan the ground,

Lest unharmed he slip away,

He who did his mother slay!

Hist—he is there! See him his arms entwine

Around the image of the maid divine—

Thus aided, for the deed he wrought

Unto the judgment wills he to be brought.

It may not be! a mother's blood poured forth

Upon the stainèd earth