Wine and rank poison, milk and blood,
⁠Being mixed therein
Since first the devil threw dice with God
⁠For you, Faustine.

Your naked new-born soul, their stake,
⁠Stood blind between;
God said "let him that wins her take
⁠And keep Faustine."

But this time Satan throve, no doubt:
⁠Long since, I ween,
God's part in you was battered out;
⁠Long since, Faustine.

The die rang sideways as it fell,
⁠Rang cracked and thin,
Like a man's laughter heard in hell
⁠Far down, Faustine,

A shadow of laughter like a sigh,
⁠Dead sorrow's kin;
So rang, thrown down, the devil's die
⁠That won Faustine.

A suckling of his breed you were,
⁠One hard to wean;
But God, who lost you, left you fair,
⁠We see, Faustine.