But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night,before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts,