“Welcome! welcome!” she shriek'd with delight,—
“Thy father is here for his gifts to me,
And here am I, his torment to be”—
(And the cruel crone
Lash'd out a groan!
A deep-drawn breath
From the ribs of death,
Where the undying worm gnaw'd the marrowless bone!)
“For what I have given thy brethren and thee!
Gold was to keep up our family name!'