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vv. 1458–1477.

The hate of old that on this castle lay,

Builded in lust, a husband's evil day,

Hath bloomed for thee a perfect flower again

And unforgotten, an old and burning stain

Never to pass away.

Nay, pray not for the hour of death, being tried

Too sore beneath these blows

Neither on Helen turn thy wrath aside,

The Slayer of Men, the face which hath destroyed

Its thousand Danaan souls, and wrought a wide

Wound that no leech can close.

—Daemon, whose heel is set

On the House and the twofold kin

Of the high Tantalidae,

A power, heavy as fate,

Thou wieldest through woman's sin,

Piercing the heart of me!

—Like a raven swoln with hate

He hath set on the dead his claw,

He croaketh a song to sate

His fury, and calls it Law!

Ah, call upon Him! Yea, call—

And thy thought hath found its path—

The Daemon who haunts this hall,

The thrice-engorgèd Wrath;