Chapter 8 of 17 · 50 words · ~1 min read

VIII.

Whilst yet soft pity she repelled, Whilst yet she steeled her heart in pride, From her friezed window she beheld, Aghast, the lifeless suicide. Around his lily neck was tied, What freed his spirit from her chains, And purchased with a few short sighs, For her immortal agonies, Imperishable pains.