Theatre Of Tragedy *Cassandra* (HQ)

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, Ripostéd 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 - Sëer of the future, not of twain, «Sicker!», quoth Cassandra. Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? - A mistress fue