Light snares about her so she feel them not,
Till, multiplied, they hold as fast as steel.’
“So planned we in the shadowy dim aisles,
In confidence of time, as if it brought
Ever expected gifts and no defeat:
And ere another morn I fled, alone,
By unfrequented ways: and many years
Passed ere I looked on Gregory again.”
No motion made the priest as Brunhild paused;
His eyes avoided hers. She was as one