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Oedipus: Now night has fled; and with a wavering gleam Returns the sun; all wrapped in murky clouds His beams arise, and with their baleful light Shall soon look forth upon our stricken homes, And day reveal the havoc of the night. Oh, who in all this realm is glad? O fate, That seemest good, how many ills lie hid Behind thy smiling face! As lofty peaks Most feel the winds' abuse; and as the cliff, That with its rocky front divides the deep, The waves of e'en a quiet sea assail; So is the loftiest power the most exposed To hostile fate's assaults. 'Twas well conceived That I should flee the kingdom of my sire, Old Polybus, and from my fears be freed, A homeless exile, dauntless, wandering. Be heaven and all the gods my witnesses, I chanced upon this realm. Yet even now The dreadful fear remains that by my hand My sire shall die. Thus spoke the Delphic god. And still another, greater sin he showed. And can there be a blacker crime than this, A father slain? Oh, cursed impiety! 'Twere shame to tell the hideous oracle: For Phoebus warned me of my father's couch, And impious wedlock. 'Twas the fear of this That drove me headlong from my father's realm, And for no sin I left my native land. All self-distrustful did I well secure Thy sacred laws, mother Nature; still, When in the heart a mighty dread abides, Though well assured it cannot be fulfilled, The fear remains. I fear exceedingly, Nor can I trust myself unto myself.