OEDIPUS
Oh, oh! the agony! The torment of these eyes! It beats upon me in one mighty wave. Woe, woe is me! Darkness! Horror of darkness, all-enfoulding, Resistless, unspeakable, visitant, Sped by an ill wind! Would that I had died that day upon the mountain, That I had never learned the mystery of my birth! What use to me now are eyes that see nothing but…
