I stood: my beating heart cried out,
“Thou canst not fail!” That cry he heard:
He raised me 'mid the warriors' shout;
Forward he rushed without a word.
His breath came quick: his brows grew dark:
“My brother, lover, friend,” I cried:
He reeled: his eyes were stiff and stark:
I wept, “This day thou winn'st thy bride!”
He fell—but on the summit won,
Amid the vast and wide acclaim: