Chorus from The Libation Bearers
A spectral vision clear
Thrills every hair with fear,
In haunted sleep,
Breathing of dire distress,
From innermost recess
Its watch doth keep,
Breaking with cry of fright
The still deep hush of night:
All through the queenly bower
Sharp cry was heard that hour,
And they to whom 'twas given
To read decrees of Heaven,
In dream o'ertrue,
By solemn pledges bound,
Declared that underground
The dead were wrathful found
'Gainst those that slew.
By solemn pledges bound, Declared that underground The dead were wrathful found 'Gainst those that slew. a very fine poem. tony
.....a vision which leaves the reader wondering if this were true ★
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I would like to translate this poem
A spectral vision clear Thrills every hair with fear, In haunted sleep, Breathing of dire distress, From innermost recess. wonderful expressions. tony