Her voice was soft, but this my heart forgot
In that forced marriage. Had she fled alone
I had not minded, but the ones I loved,
The men I made and builded, raised them up,
Who drank my cup, took honors from my hand,
And made the heavens ring with their acclaims
Were I victorious: that all these should melt
Like some magician’s smoke at Gregory’s word;
’Tis monstrous; yea, so monstrous, that meseems
The heavens be turned to iron and yon cold sun