And I brought her here that this place whence I had set out might mock me! There she lies fallen at my feet!
My curse on this country! A murrain on the cattle! May the pigs die of plague!
Ah! Ah! This place! O soil of sticky clay!
I am worthless! What could I do! What was the use! Ah, why should I try to be
Different from what I am? And it is here
That alone and with my feet in the earth I raise my bitter cry,
While the wind masks my face with rain!
O woman, ever faithful
Who followed me, uncomplaining
Like a fairy in thrall, like a queen