Shot o’er her countenance; and then the soul
Of Jephthah’s daughter wakened, and she stood
Calmly and nobly up, and said ‘’Tis well—
And I will die!’
The sun had well nigh set.
The fire was on the altar, and the priest
Of the High God was there. A wasted man
Was stretching out his withered hands to heaven,
As if he would have prayed, but had no words;
And she who was to die—the calmest one