OEDIPUS AT COLONUS
Antigone
All is but surmise.
Chorus
Is he then gone?
Antigone
Gone as ye most might wish.
Not in battle or sea storm,
But reft from sight,
By hands invisible borne
To viewless fields of night.
Ah me! on us too night has come,
The night of mourning. Whither roam
O’er land or sea in our distress
Eating the bread of bitterness?
Ismene
I know not. O that Death
Might nip my breath,
And let me share my aged father’s fate.
I cannot live a life thus desolate.
Chorus
Best of daughters, worthy pair,
What Heaven brings ye needs must bear,
Fret no more ’gainst Heaven’s will;
Fate hath dealt with you not ill. (Ant. 1)
Antigone
Love can turn past pain to bliss,
What seemed bitter now is sweet.
Ah me! that happy toil to miss,
The guidance of those dear blind feet.
