And at the Wardress’ feet fell prone:
‘I come to purge away my sin;
Bury me, close me up in stone.’
“The Wardress raised her tenderly;
She touched her wet and fast-shut eyes:
‘Look, sister; sister, look at me;
Look; can you see through my disguise?’
“She looked, and saw her own sad face,
And trembled, wondering, ‘Who art thou?’
‘God sent me down to fill your place: