The part that she, by her own human will
Had planned upon a day, when swayed by love
She would her consort find, on earth, above,
Wherever might he dwell there too would she:
Attachments deep can bind like stern decree.
To learn the past, to Maya-land both turned,
But no faint ray of mem’ry in them burned.
Altho’ he murmured in a certain place—
“Familiar ’tis, there’s something I would trace.”
As Maya chief reborn, men of the soil