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Ha!
Breathing I am—all I should see I see,
The sky, the earth, the shafts of yonder sun: 1090
Yet as in surge and storm of turmoiled soul
Am whelmed, and fiery-fervent breath I breathe
Hard-panted from my lungs, not tempered calm.
Ha!—wherefore, like a ship by hawsers moored,
Ropes compassing my strong chest and mine arms, 1095
Bound to half-shattered masonry of stone
Sit I?—lo, corpses neighbours to my seat!
Winged shafts and bow are strawn about the floor,
Which once, like armour-bearers to mine arms,
Warded my side, were kept of me in ward: 1100
Sure, not to Hades have I again gone down,
Who have passed, repassed, Eurystheus' Hades-course?
Nay, I see not the stone of Sisyphus,
Pluto, nor sceptre of Demeter's Child.
Distraught am I? Know I not where I am? 1105
Ho there? of my friends who is near or far
To be physician to my 'wilderment?
For clearly nought know I of wonted things.

Old friends, shall I draw near unto my grief?

I too with thee, forsaking not thy woe. 1010

Father, why dost thou weep and veil thine eyes,
Shrinking afar from thy beloved son?