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12 About her heels ungracefully!

O yea, let thy false love requite

Andromeda's worship! Take delight

In her—thou who from my love's height

Hast sunk so low!

O Queens of Song, descend from your home,

From the golden halls of Olympus on high!

O shell divine, now, now become

Voiceful, to utter mine heart's wild cry!

O Calliope, vouchsafe thine aid

Unto one whom the Muse of Love hath betrayed!

Ah me, I know not what to do

Who am wildered all, in a strait betwixt two!

I cry from a homeless heart storm-tossed

As a child for her mother, a young child lost.

Yet not after all-unattainable things

Do I strain, nor I hope on passion's wings

To soar to the heavens' empyreal blue.

But oh, I yearn, how I yearn to slake

My thirst where Love's feet brush the dew!

For he who the strength of the mighty can break,

He whose bitter sweetness no tongue may tell,

The dragon whose onslaught none may quell,

Love—mine whole being doth Love's breath shake.