he gave to her, yet tenfold claimd in return -
she hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
profferd to her his wauking heart - she turnd it down,
ripostéd with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.
prophetess or fond?,
tho her parle of truth:
«i ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
yet the kiss and breath - apollos bane -
sëer of the future, not of twain,
«sicker!», quoth cassandra.
still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? -
a mistress fuell´d by his prest haughtiness -
if he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
belike egal as it to him might be?!
prophetess or fond?,
tho her parle of truth:
«i ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
yet the kiss and breath - apollos bane -
sëer of the future, not of twain,
«sicker!», quoth cassandra.
or was he an æriéd being,
or was he weening - alack nay mo;
her naysay raught his heart,
her daffing was the grave of all hope -
she beliéd her own words,
he thought her life, save moreoer scourge,
she held him august, yet wee;
he left her neer without his heart.
(bkz: theatre of tragedy)
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