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!
XV.
The torments of love.
(Fragments 84, 45, 82, 36, 38, 37, 40, 80, 50, 55, 42 combined)
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.
