sighed.
She shook her head. He pressed her further. No,
No, Heinrich, Theodore loves me, and she tried
To free herself and rise. He held her so,
Clipped by his arms, she could not move nor go.
But you love me, he whispered, with his face
Burning against her through her kerchiefs lace.
Frau Altgelt knew she toyed with fire, knew
That what her husband lit this other man
Fanned to hot flame. She told herself that few
Women were so discreet as she, who ran
No danger since she knew what things to ban.
She opened her house door at five oclock,
A short half-hour before her husbands knock.
Part Third
The `Residenz-Theater sparked and hummed
With lights and people. Gebnitz was to sing,
That rare soprano. All the fiddles strummed
With tuning up; the wood-winds made a ring
Of reedy bubbling noises, and the sting
Of sharp, red brass pierced every ear-drum; patting
From muffled tympani made a dark slatting
Across the silver shimmering of flutes;
A bassoon grunted, and an oboe wailed;
The celli pizzicato-ed like great lutes,
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