He felt her body dear and kind.
"O love," she said, "now two are one,
And whither hence shall we be gone?"
"Shall we fare further than this wood,"
Quoth he, "I deem it dear and good?"
She shook her head, and laughed, and spake;
"Rise up! For thee, not me, I quake.
Had she been minded me to slay
Sure she had done it ere to-day.
But thou: this hour the crone shall know