Methought that thou wouldst tarry yet a while.—
A little while.—Well hast thou fought for me."
A moment was he silent; turning then,
Ground iron strides along the lofty hall,
And so returned with iron strides and said:
"Ay, by my God! Who knows I have not fought
For thee but still against thee. 'Tis my curse,
To love thee, love thee, love thee all these years!—
I came not here to woo. Thou wouldst but laugh.—
Haply thou hast forgotten me—thou hast!—