And twin-fated woe is here.
Ills on ills of monstrous birth
Rush on Laius’ god-doom’d-hearth.
Sisters raise the shrill lament,
Let your lifted arms be oars!
Let your sighs be breezes lent,
Down the wailing stream to float
The black-sail’d Stygian boat;
Down to the home which all receiveth,
Down to the land which no man leaveth,