They opened before men's eyes [_Antistrophe_. That which was hid before, The chambers of sacrifice, The dark of the golden door, And fires on the altar floor. And bright was every street, And the voice of the Muses' tree. The carven lotus, was lifted sweet; When afar and suddenly, Strange songs, and a voice that grew: "Come to your king, ye folk! Mine, mine, is the Golden Ewe!" 'Twas dark Thyestes spoke. For, lo, when the world was still, With his brother's bride he lay, And won her to work his will, And they stole the Lamb away! Then forth to the folk strode he, And called them about his fold, And showed that Sign of the King to be, The fleece and the horns of gold. Then, then, the world was changed; [_Strophe_ 2. And the Father, where they ranged, Shook the golden stars and glowing, And the great Sun stood deranged In the glory of his going. Lo, from that day forth, the East Bears the sunrise on his breast, And the flaming Day in heaven Down the dim ways of the west Driveth, to be lost at even. The wet clouds to Northward beat; And Lord Ammon's desert seat Crieth from the South, unslaken, For the dews that once were sweet, For the rain that God hath taken. 'Tis a children's tale, that old [_Antistrophe_ 2. Shepherds on far hills have told; And we reck not of their telling, Deem not that the Sun of gold Ever turned his fiery dwelling, Or beat backward in the sky, For the wrongs of man, the cry Of his ailing tribes assembled, To do justly, ere they die! Once, men told the tale, and trembled; Fearing God, O Queen: whom thou Hast forgotten, till thy brow With old blood is dark and daunted. And thy brethren, even now, Walk among the stars, enchanted. LEADER. Ha, friends, was that a voice? Or some dream sound Of voices shaketh me, as underground God's thunder shuddering? Hark, again, and clear! It swells upon the wind.--Come forth and hear! Mistress, Electra! ELECTRA, _a bare sword in her hand, comes from the house._ ELECTRA. Friends! Some news is brought? How hath the battle ended? LEADER. I know naught. There seemed a cry as of men massacred! ELECTRA. I heard it too. Far off, but still I heard. LEADER. A distant floating voice ... Ah, plainer now! ELECTRA. Of Argive anguish!--Brother, is it thou? LEADER. I know not. Many confused voices cry... ELECTRA. Death, then for me! That answer bids me die. LEADER. Nay, wait! We know not yet thy fortune. Wait! ELECTRA. No messenger from him!--Too late, too late! LEADER. The message yet will come. 'Tis not a thing So light of compass, to strike down a king. _Enter a_ MESSENGER, _running_. MESSENGER.