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She grows presageful of her woes to come,

Slave tho' she be, instinct with prophecy.

Apollo, Apollo!

God of all ways, but only Death's to me,

O thou Apollo, thou Destroyer named!

What way hast led me, to what evil home?

Know'st thou it not? The home of Atreus' race:

Take these my words for sooth and ask no more.

Home cursed of God! Bear witness unto me,

Ye visioned woes within—

The blood-stained hands of them that smite their kin—

The strangling noose, and, spattered o'er

With human blood, the reeking floor!

How like a sleuth-hound questing on the track,

Keen-scented unto blood and death she hies!