They had talked themselves into a passionate belief in her as a thing hellborn and unclean, that brought all manner of evil fates among them.
"Folle-Farine" by Ouida
I knew the message of the winter,
The darted hail, the childish snow,
And the wind was my sister suitor;
Wind in me leaped, the hellborn dew;
My veins flowed with the Eastern weather;
Ungotten I knew night and day.