Chapter 2 No.2

I wrenched from a passing comet in its flight,

By that great force of two mad hearts aflame,

A soul incarnate, back to earth you came,

To glow like star-dust for a little night.

Deep shadows hide you wholly from our sight;

The centuries leave nothing but your name,

Tinged with the lustre of a splendid shame,

That blazed oblivion with rebellious light.

The mighty passion that became your cause,

Still burns its lengthening path across the years;

We feel its raptures, and we see its tears

And ponder on its retributive laws.

Time keeps that deathless story ever new;

Yet finds no answer, when we ask of you.