Like Anael with our mysteries: if she

Could vow, so nourished, to love only one

Who should avenge the Druses, whence proceeds

Your silence? Wherefore made you no essay,

Who thus implicitly can execute

My bidding? What have I done, you could not?

Who, knowing more than Anael the prostration

Of our once lofty tribe, the daily life

Of this detested ...

Does he come, you say,