Lyrics:

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,
riposted 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 -
seer Of The Future, Not Of Twain,
sicker!, Quoth Cassandra.

still, Is She Lief And Quaint In His Eyne, A Sight Divine -
a Mistress Fuelld By His Prest Haughtiness -
if He Did Grant, Wherefore Then Did He Not Foresee,
belike Egal As It To Him Might Be!

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 -
seer Of The Future, Not Of Twain,
sicker!, Quoth Cassandra.

'or Was He An Ried Being,
'or Was He Weening - Alack Nay Mo;
her Naysay' Raught His Heart,
her Daffing Was The Grave Of All Hope -
she Belied Her Own Words,
he Thought Her Life, Save Moreo'er Scourge,
she Held Him August, Yet Wee;
he Left Her Ne'er Without His Heart