And is she dead?—and did they dare
Obey my Frenzy's jealous raving?[[md]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-23.htm.html#Footnote_md)
My Wrath but doomed my own despair:
The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving.—
But thou art cold, my murdered Love!
And this dark heart is vainly craving[[me]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-23.htm.html#Footnote_me)
For he who soars alone above,
And leaves my soul unworthy saving.