Oh gods! they cry, cry, they are not yet dead!
They will not die: they hurl upon my head
Curses and prayers! I hear them in my tent!
They are not dead! Oh gods! They are not dead!
I never gave consent!
Still the time slips
And Nydia comes not. I am very tired.
The things are broken to which I aspired,
And you alone are left. Love! She is here