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Thou wast one

That wandered, tending sheep for hire?

My son,

That day I was the saviour of a King.

How saviour? Was I in some suffering

Or peril?

Thine own feet a tale could speak.

Ah me! What ancient pain stirs half awake

Within me!

'Twas a spike through both thy feet.

I set thee free.

A strange scorn that, to greet

A babe new on the earth!

From that they fain

Must call thee Oedipus, “Who-walks-in-pain.”

Who called me so—father or mother? Oh,

In God's name, speak!