Ch. 5. One in a woman’s toils I 2
Was tangled, buried by her glittering coils,
Who now beneath———
El. Ah woe!
Ch. 6. Rules with a spirit unimpaired and strong.
El. O dreadful!
Ch. 7. Dreadful was the wrong.
El. But she was quelled.
Ch. 8. Ay.
El. True!
That faithful mourner knew
A brother’s aid. But I
Have no man now. The one
I had, is gone, is gone.
Rapt into nothingness.
Ch. 9. Thou art wrung with sore distress. II 1
El. I know it. Too well I know,
Taught by a life of woe,
Where horror dwells without relief.
Ch. 10. Our eyes have seen thy grief.
El. Then comfort not again———
Ch. 11. Whither now turns thy strain?
El. One utterly bereft,
Seeing no hope is left,
Of help from hands owning the same great sire.
Ch. 12. ’Tis nature’s debt. II 2
El. To expire
On sharp-cut dragging thongs,
’Midst wildly trampling throngs
Of swiftly racing hoofs, like him,
Poor hapless one?
Ch. 13. Vast, dim,
And boundless was the harm.
El. Yea, severed from mine arm,
By strangers kept———
Ch. 14. O pain!
El. Hidden he must remain,
Of me unsepulchred, unmourned, unwept.
