My lady, I swear to you,
I am not worth these eagles.
This is no cup that I have known,
My small hands cannot lift it.
My lady, I swear to you,
My flock has lost their eyes.
The wool has all been wasted.
My father died a thin man.
My lady, I swear to you,
My feet long for the dry earth.
My lord's most endless Titan thighs
are no home to my heart.
illustration by Lovis Corinth
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