Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her

From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

Sometime Let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptred Pall Come Sweeping By, Presenting Thebes, Or Pelops' Line, Or The Tale Of Troy Divine.

The Brazen Throat Of War.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And Chaos Judge The Strife.