Yet promised, at her time of utmost need
And summons by that token, to take heed
And do her will. “And from this hour,” he said,
“No woman’s kiss save one my lips shall know.”
So left her pale and trembling there, and fled,
Nor looked again, resolved it must be so;
But somewhere gained his horse, and through the wood
Moved homeward with his thoughts, a phantom brood
That turned the long past over in his mind,
Poising its good and evil, while a haze