Came laden with the news of violence wrought
In Rouen, by command of Fredegonde
On Praetextatus, the poor kindly priest,
Who took the ring from Merow for my hand,
And blessed the union that had been so brief.
Then there awoke in me that sense which feels
Strange intuitions of approaching doom,
And Fear crept through my dreams on stealthy feet,
Or crouched beside me, and the darkness seemed
Alive with evil; but I steeled my heart