Some share of honor to his sister’s name.
Her heart with joy will sing.
Some bitter words there were that passed his lip,—
For me the wrath of love made fierce
And him resentful,—just as he took ship,
When to the quick did pierce
My song-shaft sharp. He sought to crush my heart,—
Not distant be the feasting day
When civic welcome on his fellows’ part,
Shall laugh all wrath away!