Niobe's Statue
Niobe, daughter of Tantalus, hear my voice, the herald of woe, hearken to the lamentable tale of your sorrow; loose the band from your hair, O you who brought forth sons to die by the murderous shafts of Phoebus! Your sons are dead!
But what more? What else do I see? Murder is poured on your daughters! One falls at her mother's knees, another on the ground, one in her arms, one on her breast. One shrinks in amazement as she faces the shaft, another cowers from the storm of arrows; one, whose eye yet lives, looks at the light.
And the mother, whose mouth once was but too free of speech, now, her flesh heavy with terror, has stiffened into stone.
But what more? What else do I see? Murder is poured on your daughters! One falls at her mother's knees, another on the ground, one in her arms, one on her breast. One shrinks in amazement as she faces the shaft, another cowers from the storm of arrows; one, whose eye yet lives, looks at the light.
And the mother, whose mouth once was but too free of speech, now, her flesh heavy with terror, has stiffened into stone.
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