And takes her hand and kisses her.
"Thrice have I seen the summer die;
And thrice the autumn, fading, lie:
And heard the weary winter sigh,
"Since last, my lord, my own true heart,
From me, thy wife, with love, didst part,
And rode to war with Lisuarte:"—
So said Helis with many tears:—
"Still welcome, Elid! though long years
Of silence, what with doubts and fears,