“… Swift fire spread through her veins,
knocked at her heart,
Met the fire smouldering there
And overbore its lesser flame;
She gorged on bitterness without a name.
… She fell at last;
Pleasure past and anguish past,
Is it death or is it life?
… Life out of death."
~ Exerpts from “Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)