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XXI.
Upwards we strained through the brief August night,
Far, far we onward sped.
The round moon long had set, the morning's light
Flamed o'er us wild and red—
Until on yon accursed hill
She, he, and I at length stood still.
Far, far we onward sped.
The round moon long had set, the morning's light
Flamed o'er us wild and red—
Until on yon accursed hill
She, he, and I at length stood still.
XXII.
"I've done my work, and now I bid thee speak."
Instant at his command,
With faint low gasp for words she seemed to seek.
He fiercely raised his hand—
And then I saw the pale lips stirred,
But a faint murmur all I heard.
Instant at his command,
With faint low gasp for words she seemed to seek.
He fiercely raised his hand—
And then I saw the pale lips stirred,
But a faint murmur all I heard.
XXIII.
"Nay, strive not, swerve not, thou art mine, my sweet;
Forget thy waking pride."
She fell before him, clasping low his feet
And prostrate at his side;
Her long fair hair, all loose unwound,
Like angel's wings shone on the ground.
Forget thy waking pride."
She fell before him, clasping low his feet
And prostrate at his side;
Her long fair hair, all loose unwound,
Like angel's wings shone on the ground.
