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Gods!—what see I? What ghost do I behold?

A ghost indeed—through woes a death-in-life!

How wild thy matted locks are, hapless one!

My deeds, not mine appearance, torture me.

Fearfully glarest thou with stony eyes!

My life is gone: my name alone is left.

Ah visage marred past all imagining!

A hapless mother's murderer am I.

I heard:—its horrors spare: thy words be few.

I spare. No horrors heaven spares to me!