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Yea, a grave-token in my body's stead.

What myself saw, these will I name for proofs:

In our sire's halls was Pelops' ancient spear,

Swayed in his hands when Pisa's maid he won,

Hippodameia, and slew Oenomaus:

Hidden it was within thy maiden bower.

Dearest!—nought else, for thou art passing dear!—

Orestes, best-beloved, I clasp thee now,

Far from thy fatherland, from Argos, here,

O love, art thou!

And thee I clasp—the dead, as all men thought!

Tears—that are no tears,—ecstasy blent with moan,

Make happy mist in thine eyes as in mine.

That day in the arms of thy nurse did I leave thee a babe, did I leave thee,

A little one—ah, such a little one then in our palace wast thou!