"Not he! To-morrow he must wed
His cousin Blanche, my dear!"
"You lie; he died with me to-night."
"Not he! It was a plot." "You lie."
"My dear, I never lie outright."
"We died at midnight, he and I."
The devil went. Without a groan
She, gathered up in one fierce prayer,
Took root in hell's midst all alone,
And waited for him there.