Suddenly she will throttle them herself
And chuckle softly, far above me there,
At my alarms.
But there are moments—hush!—
When my turn comes; her slave can be her master,
Conquering her he serves. For she’s a woman,
Gets bored there on her throne, tired of herself,
Tingles with power that turns to wantonness.
Suddenly something’s wrong—she laughs at me,
Bedevils the frail wires with some mad caress