Passions of fear, dynastic jealousies.
Merow alone were nothing, but with thee
He is a danger in her path, a sword
To be encountered ere Lothair may sit
Throned above France.’ I rose and answered him:
“‘I have been blinded by the tears of Love,
Lulled into heavy slumber with his wine,
Till life slipped by me, fugitive as dreams,
While I lay drowned in an excess of joy,
Fed but unsated, and insatiable.