Visions

O ye attendant train
How is my heart oppress'd with woe!
What notes, save notes of grief, can flow
A harsh and unmelodious strain?
My soul domestic ills oppress with dread
And bid me mourn a brother dead
What visions did my sleeping sense appal
In the past dark and midnight hour!

'Tis ruin, ruin all

My father's house, - it is no more
No more is his illustrious line.
What dreadful deeds hath Argos known!
One only brother, Fate, was mine

O thou, the earth beneath
Who didst from Agamemnon spring
To thee, deprived of vital breath
I these libations bring
Accept them: to thy honored tomb
Never, ah! never shall I come



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Writer(s): Julian Ring
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