The thunder rumbled long and low.
Oh hark," she cried, "God is awake;
He walks communing for our sake."
Yea, He hath sent me here to take
Your wilful body to the fire,
Till all is marred that men desire.
Slay me that boy," Count Ugo said.
One, who stood near, smote off his head.
She hid her eyes so as not to see,
Shuddered, swung round convulsively,