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Rh O would that in vapour of smoke I might rise to the clouds of the sky,

That as dust which flits up without wings I might pass and evanish and die!

I dare not, I dare not abide: my heart yearns, eager to fly;

And dark is the cast of my thought; I shudder and tremble for fear.

My father looked forth and beheld: I die of the sight that draws near.

And for me be the strangling cord, the halter made ready by fate,

Before to my body draws nigh the man of my horror and hate.

Nay, ere I will own him as lord, as handmaid to Hades I go!

And oh that aloft in the sky, where the dark clouds are frozen to snow,

A refuge for me might be found, or a mountain-top smooth and too high

For the foot of the goat, where the vulture sits lonely, and none may descry

The pinnacle veiled in the cloud, the highest and sheerest of all,

Ere to wedlock that rendeth my heart, and love that is loveless, I fall!

Yea, a prey to the dogs and the birds of the mount will I give me to be,—

From wailing and curse and pollution it is death, only death, sets me free:

Let death come upon me before to the ravisher's bed I am thrust;