Hast thou told all thy secrets the last time,
And bared goals, name and mark to this one?
Ah, where shall thee go then for pastime,
If the worst that can be has been done?
But sweet as feeling felt for Coristia is;
We are fain of thee still, we are fain,
O sanguine and subtle Dolores,
Thy blood oaths remain.
Dolores: Le Sang de Notre-Roi Impérissable
