And let us reach the lane!
"There slay me by my mother's door,
And I will pray for thee;
For she shall find her daughter's corse"—
"No, girl, it cannot be.
"This heath thou shalt not cross, for soon
Its earth will hide thy form;
That babbling tongue of thine shall make
A morsel for the worm!"
She leap'd upon the ling-clad heath,