I go to worship sinful man.’”
She reached “the sounding city’s gate.” She drank the wild cup of love to the dregs. She cried—
“‘I am sister to the mountains, now,
And sister to the sun and moon.’”
She made her queen-like progress. She loved and lived—
“But soon her fire to ashes burned;
Her beauty changed to haggardness;
Her golden hair to silver turned;
The hour came of her last caress.