“And I,” she said, “will dull the sting
Of woe by gazing on the ring.
One little month shall I sustain
This life oppressed with woe and pain:
And when the month is ended, I
The giants' prey must surely die.’ ”
Canto LXVI. Ráma's Speech.
There ceased the Vánar: Ráma pressed
The treasured jewel to his breast,