Shalt now be fed and kept alight with shame,
And flicker evermore.”
Then did appear
Her set smile’s irony, and I discerned
Through those her long dark languid eyes, right clear
How far below her soul forever burned.
Her sleeves of scarlet hung in many a shred;
Her silver chains were all to tarnish turned,
And crisped were the laurels on her head.
“Alas! why camest thou to this place of pain,—