XXVII.
Cried aloud, "So goes the day, bridegroom fair of Duchess May!"
Toll slowly.
"Look thy last upon that sun! if thou seest to-morrow's one
'T will be through a foot of clay.
XXVIII.
"Ha, fair bride! dost hear no sound save that moaning of the hound?"
Toll slowly.
"Thou and I have parted troth, yet I keep my vengeance-oath,
And the other may come round.
XXIX.
"Ha! thy will is brave to dare, and thy new love past compare"—
Toll slowly.
"Yet thine old love's falchion brave is as strong a thing to have,
As the will of lady fair.
XXX.
"Peck on blindly, netted dove! If a wife's name thee behove"—
Toll slowly—
"Thou shalt wear the same to-morrow, ere the grave has hid the sorrow
Of thy last ill-mated love.
XXXI.
"O'er his fixed and silent mouth, thou and I will call back troth":
Toll slowly.
"He shall altar be and priest,—and he will not cry at least
'I forbid you, I am loth!'