Black from head down to foot. She did not speak,
Glided into the carriage,—so a cloud
Gathers the moon up. "By San Spirito,
To Rome, as if the road burned underneath!
Reach Rome, then hold my head in pledge, I pay
The run and the risk to heart's content!" Just that,
I said,—then, in another tick of time,
Sprang, was beside her, she and I alone.
So it began, our flight through dusk to clear,
Through day and night and day again to night