|Electra Monologue by Sophocles|
- ELECTRA: Holy Light, with Earth, and Sky,
- Whom thou fillest equally,
- An how many a note of woe,
- Many a self-inflicted blow
- On my scarred breast might'st thou mark,
- Ever as recedes the dark;
- Known, too, all my nightlong cheer
- To bitter bed and chamber drear,
- How I mourn my father lost,
- Whom on no barbarian coast
- Did red Ares greet amain,
- But as woodmen cleave an oak
- My mother's axe dealt murderous stroke,
- Backed by the partner of her bed,
- Fell AE gisthus, on his head;
- Whence no pity, save from me,
- O my father, flows for thee,
- So falsely, foully slain.
- Yet I will not cease from sighing,
- Cease to pour my bitter crying,
- While I see this light of day,
- Or the stars' resplendent play,
- Uttering forth a sound of wail,
- Like the child-slayer, the nightingale,
- Here before my father's door
- Crying to all men evermore.
- O Furies dark, of birth divine!
- O Hades wide, and Proserpine!
- Thou nether Hermes! Ara great!
- Ye who regard the untimely dead,
- The dupes of an adulterous bed,
- Come ye, help me, and require
- The foul murder of our sire;
- And send my brother back again;
- Else I may no more sustain
- Grief's overmastering weight.
Credits: Reprinted from Dramas. Sophocles. London: J.M. Dent & Sons, 1906.