(Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have's mine own,

Which is most faint, as is my breath

That quavers here at brink of death.

'Twas e'er my fate to wager all

For that which wrought my brothers' fall,

And thus the aether beckons me

To depths of black eternity,)

(To dream of things long lost and gone,

And futures which might yet be won─)

(Though not by me, lest you mistake,

For others wait, the stage to take,

And while their worth is far from sure,)

(I bid the falling curtain─pause.

Let "encore" be my final word,

Their epilogue to death preferred.)