In yon dim'd hollow where thine embers glow,
A maiden sitteth, clad in hues of night,
Her sable wings doth stretch 'midst billow'd flow,
And 'gainst her spine, a riven streak doth smite.

Her gown of scarlet mists and twilight thread,
Like smoke that coils 'round ash'd pyre’s keep,
Beseemeth blood by wrath and fire fed,
That bleedeth into...