So I was glad when I was hurried to the forge;
But, oh, how I writhed and bent in my anguish as the red hot furnace!
Yea, the furnace “heated to a white heat,”
Made my heart melt within me, and my whole body change to a mass of living flame —
That fierce and merciless forge.
Oh how my heart melted within me, and how my whole body changed to a mass of living flame,
That softened each agonized pore, and made me turn liquid with sorrow.
I was taken then from the forge,
And beaten into a long, slender wand, like a spear,
And I thought I was changing to a spear,