His form her slender arms to shield it wound
Like close Liannes; then raised her glittering eye,
And clear-toned voice, that said, “He shall not die!”
“He shall not die!”—the gloomy forest thrill’d
To that sweet sound. A sudden wonder fell
On the fierce throng; and heart and hand were still’d,
Struck down as by the whisper of a spell.
They gazed: their dark souls bow’d before the maid,
She of the dancing step in wood and glade!
And, as her cheek flush’d through its olive hue,