Beset her for worship, and won;
And the light of her beautiful childhood
Went down like the swift-fading sun.
And sudden as rises the black cloud,
When tempests the thunder-gods start,
Strange wishes encircled her bosom,
And Pride swept the halls of her heart.
And once, when o’ermastered by anger,
Her golden-haired boy sought her side,
In her fury she smote down her first born,