Calenture

She came; she was my father's child;
She bore my mother's guise.
She came; a cunning fiend beguiled;
They dazed each other's eyes.
The joy that on my bridal smiled
Fell swiftly from the skies.

I heard them parting in the night;
Three hearts together bled
If ever woman pitied wight,
I pitied him who plead;
If ever maid won crown of light,
She won it well who fled.

But since, a darkness covers all,
The sun no more will shine;
Dim phantoms flit along the wall,
Low incantations whine;
Unearthly creatures weave a pall,
And whisper it is mine.