“Curse her through the starry spaces. Let her shadow be accursed.
“Let my power find her even there.
“Let her hear me even there. Let her hide herself in the blackness.
“Let her go down into the pit of despair, because I shall one day find her.”
Again the flame fell, and again she covered her eyes with her hands.
“It is of no use—no use,” she wailed; “who can reach those who sleep? Not even I can reach them.”
Then once more she began her unholy rites.
“Curse her when she shall be born again. Let her be born accursed.
“Let her be utterly accursed from the hour of her birth until sleep finds her.
“Yea, then, let her be accursed; for then shall I overtake her with my vengeance, and utterly destroy her.”