Hour after fearful hour
Stood that blasting, fiendish power
In whose grasp my golden pen was ground to dust.
Oh, the wasting, endless season
Chilling heart and killing reason
As the gloating demon glutted full his lust!
“Golden Pen that Love had given,
Wrought of gold from my heart riven,
Thus my palsied, broken heart must bury thee
In the fiendish ink, made blacker