Upon me, I had done—what now to do
Was quietly apparent.
"Tell me who
The man was, crouching by the porphyry vase!"
"No, never! All was folly in his case,
All guilt in mine. I tempted, he complied."
"And yet you loved me?"
"Loved you. Double-dyed
In folly and in guilt, I thought you gave
Your heart and soul away from me to slave