In childhood's twilight, Lily did I love,
Who minded not my count'nance dark and dour,
Nor all my reticence, but--woe the hour!
This rasping tongue in mud her heart did shove.
For purity of blood I held above
All things. A Viper's den I made my bow'r.
I slithered into Darkness seeking pow'r--
I thought to conquer Death! Oh, how I strove
To please him! Oh, and how it was repaid,
My dog'd devotion! From the Sybil's dreams
I fled, the ratty whisperer to foil.
Alas, too late, my Lily twice betrayed,
My plea for life accompanied by her screams.
In penance, now for her child's sake I toil.