We die, for lack of that which you desire!'
She ceased,--erect one moment there he stood,
The foam upon his lip; with fiendish ire
He seized a knife which glitter'd in his way,
And rush'd with fury on his helpless prey.
Then from a dusky nook I fiercely sprung,
The strength of manhood in that single bound:
Around his bloated form I tightly clung,
And headlong brought the murderer to the ground.
We fell--his temples struck the cold hearth-stone,