Trusting to die in silence! He, the love
Of many hearts!—the fondly rear’d—the fair,
Gladdening all eyes to see! And fetter’d there
He stood beside his death-pyre, and the brand
Flamed up to light it in the chieftain’s hand.
He thought upon his God. Hush! hark! a cry
Breaks on the stern and dread solemnity—
A step hath pierced the ring! Who dares intrude
On the dark hunters in their vengeful mood?
A girl—a young slight girl—a fawn-like child