With him to whom her beauty fell.
“Faithful she was, and served him well,
Bore him a son who had no name,
And died: so then her lover’s flame
Sought other kindling for a spell.
“Forsaken, hitherward her steps
Strayed, and to God she tuned her lips
For mercy, dying so: but earth
“Was closed against her. Ah, it’s bad—
No yard of all his lands and worth