。，But who had sapped it at the source,
。，White of heat, beat on it fast!
。，Conjured of the stronger's law,
Believed that love had been.。，
Till with our outlasting Foe,。，
For nothing it avails。，And music he heard, and they told
Lie with him on perfumed sheets:。，
His counsel could not share.。，
XVI。，All white as a dead eye.
。，What ye are to me, and fawn.
Thundered then her lord of thunders;。，Like the flower bent to ground
And one who heard them prate。，New message from the skies.
Red of heat the furnace leaps,。，Red of heat and white of heat,
Conjured of the stronger's law,。，Which bids me in my weakness kneel,
And she with pain drew breath:。，- Not Vengeance, 'tis his rebel's deed,