Such loftiness a man can feel once in a flash: strong arms, clean hands
That forged us into iron bands to unify the world with steel.
But as I left the altar daft with the ambition I had quaffed—
A word can kill a century—one of my perfect brothers laughed:
I took the vow of virtue
As others take to vice.
I could not break my heart of you.
Men call that sacrifice.
The priests applauded nature.
Poor devil, she was loth