But when the next day Phoebus' lamp lit up the lands again, And now Aurora from the heavens had rent the mist apart, Sick-souled her sister she bespeaks, the sharer of her heart: "Sister, O me, this sleepless pain that fears me with unrest! O me, within our house and home this new-come wondrous guest! 10 Ah, what a countenance and mien! in arms and heart how strong! Surely to trow him of the Gods it doth no wisdom wrong; For fear it is shows base-born souls. Woe's me! how tossed about By fortune was he! how he showed war's utter wearing out! And, but my heart for ever now were set immovably Never to let me long again the wedding bond to tie, Since love betrayed me first of all with him my darling dead, And were I not all weary-sick of torch and bridal bed, This sin alone of all belike my falling heart might trap; For, Anna, I confess it thee, since poor Sychæus' hap, 20 My husband dead, my hearth acold through murderous brother's deed, This one alone hath touched the quick; this one my heart may lead Unto its fall: I feel the signs of fire of long agone. And yet I pray the deeps of earth beneath my feet may yawn, I pray the Father send me down bolt-smitten to the shades, The pallid shades of Erebus, the night that never fades, Before, O Shame, I shame thy face, or loose what thou hast tied! He took away the love from me, who bound me to his side That first of times. Ah, in the tomb let love be with him still!"