Of lunatic and felon’s leap to death—
The whole a hell around fair Notre Dame,
Her place and portion, part of thine, O France!
Alas, our boys—let angels weep—our sons
Who went to aid of thee, pure as the Virgin
Mary some, our soldier sons in air,
On earth, and underneath were tempted, caught
By countess cunning, rich but fallen far;
Entrapped, diseased by women, living hells,
That move and search and laugh and win and damn!