In a tempest of fear she draws me near,—
Now dying is not so dire!”
Black, more black grew the empty void,
“And I but a broken reed,
For there’s only her face in this grisly place”—
But his love stood there indeed!
Close to her heart she took his head,
And she kissed him back to breath,
“You are mine by right of that line of white,
You are mine—by Life and Death!”