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The mystic web of life my mother cast

Around my infant head, and so I grew

An image of my sire; and my mute look

Was aye a bitter and a keen reproof

To her and base Ægisthus. Oh, how oft,

When silently within our gloomy hall

Electra sat, and mus'd beside the fire,

Have I with anguish'd spirit climb'd her knee,

And watch'd her bitter tears with sad amaze!

Then would she tell me of our noble sire

How much I long'd to see him—be with him!

Myself at Troy one moment fondly wish'd,

My sire's return, the next. The day arrived—