Among whose ways the quiet days
Would linger o'er the wife of Quair.
"'Tis fair," she said on looking forth,
"But what although 'twere bleak and
bare"—
She looked the love she did not speak,
And broke the ancient curse of Quair—
"Where'er he dwells, where'er he goes,
His dangers and his toils I share."
What need be said—she was not one