Capitolo 43
Poor, starving and it insulted, I bore everybody;
And the Clairvoyant that called me now cultivates my call
It was perfect, it conducts me to this last dismay....
'Tis not the altar-stone where men killed
My father; 'the tis a block, a block with coagulated blood
He/she anchors warm, that waits me of one killed before.
He/she anchors not of unnoticed God we lie.
There the cometh later, one that the tall lifteth
The downfallen; a branch where blossometh
A sire is avenging and a mother's death.
Exiled and wandering, from this exile of earth,
One day He will return, and it put the last
You crown on these sins that have his/her downtrod of house.
For, there is here is a great oath sworn of God,,
Makes her face in on his/her father it will drive him/it house.
Because I should grieve me? Because is sorry for the decree of these men?
Me who have seen the City of Ilion
You pass as she passed; and theirs who threw down his
Has so their end, as God gives sure judgment....
I go to drink my cup. I will bear
To die. Or Gates, Death-Gates, every hail to You!
Only beg God the hit, is stricken truth!
You beg God, unagonized, with blood that flows
Rapid to friendly death, these eyes can close!
LEADER.
Or full of the pains, full of the great wisdom,
Donna, talked of thy you/he/she is a long anguish; still,
Intelligent Thies condemn, because walkst you with clear eyes,
How some beast, did to sacrifice god-blind?
CASSANDRA.
There is no anybody escape, friends; only vain delay.
LEADER.
It is not the later still the sweetest day?
CASSANDRA.
The day has come. Small profit now to fly.
LEADER.
Through all the pains of thy, Donna, heart of thy is tall.
CASSANDRA.
Alas! Nobody that is happy feels that encomium.
LEADER.
The dead and brave blests are not in after days?
CASSANDRA.
Or Father! Or my brave of brothers, I come!
[_She stirs toward the House, but shuddering._ jumps back
LEADER.
What does it frighten thee? What is it that you the startest from?
CASSANDRA.
Ah, faugh! Faugh!
LEADER.
What turns thee in that hideaway
Horror? Unless of the abhorrence of the mind...