Might follow; and if ... and he touched his sword—
It should answer! But she, while she seemed to stay,
With a hand on her bosom, her heart's quick breath,
Replied to his heat: "They would take and slay
Thee who art life of my life!—Not thus
Will we fly!—There's another way for us;
A way that is sure; an only way;
I have thought on it this many a day."—
The words that she spake how well I remember!
As well as the mood o' that day of December,