Theatre Of Tragedy

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return –
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart – she turn'd it down,
RipostTd with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.
Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
"I ken to-morrow – refell me if ye can!+,
Yet the kiss and breath – Apollo's bane –
Sder of the future, not of twain,
"Sicker!+, quoth Cassandra.
Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? –
A mistress fuellYd by his prest haughtiness –
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
Belike egal as it to him might be?!