To-morrow they will tie thee to a horse
That never has known bridle, to be dragged
Over the stony ways till thou art dead;
And I am come to shrive thee”: and he stayed
His tongue; but sorrow filled his frightened eyes.
“Go from me,” then she said; “thou knowest how
My life has been as angry as a flame,
Consumed with its own passions. Go from me:
Thou couldst not bear the weight of all my sins.
Yea, go. I will not call upon thy God;