(in Sapphic metre)
That I'm doomed to die I believed it never;
Always young and clad in my mantle I wandered,
Dreaming eyes uplifted for ever fixed on
When so sudden, there on my pathway rising,
Sorrow, O so painfully sweet, thou comest!
Then with deep delight to the dregs I drank
And like Nessus burning alive and tortured,
Poisoned as was Hercules with his garment
This great fire that's blazing in me I cannot
My own dream consuming me, sore lamenting,
On my pyre I die thus to ashes burning...
Can I from it living arise as bringht as
Troubling eyes, go out of my way for ever!
Back to me indifference dreary come now!
That I may in quietness die, Ogive me
Back my old