Yet it is too soon. When I possess the crown your faithful eyes Shall be the witnesses of all my deeds. Stay in this porch the priestesses to-day Present Olympia to the powers divine: This day in secret she must expiate Sins which are even to herself unknown. This day a better life I shall begin. O! dear Olympia may you never know The heinous crime that's hardly yet effaced To whom your birth you owe what blood I've shed.