"In her ecstasy a lovely devil"

"O'er his heart,
The long blade paused and — then descended hard.
Unfleshed, she [Morgane] flung it by her murdered lord [King Urience],
And watched the blood spread darkly through the sheet,
And drip, a horror, at impassive feet
Pooling the polished oak. Regretless she
Stood, and relentless; in her ecstasy
A lovely devil: demon crowned, that cried
For Accolon, with passion that defied
Control in all her senses; clamorous as
A torrent in a cavernous mountain pass
That sweeps to wreck and ruin; at that hour
So swept her longing tow'rds her paramour." (Cawein's "Accolon of Gaul," p. 302-303)