He heard a bitter wail near by.
Yet on he went until he heard
The cry become a shapen word:
"Help me, O help, thou passer by!
Turn from the path, let me not die!
I am a woman; bound and left
To perish; of all help bereft."
Then died the voice out in a moan;
He looked upon his love, his own,
And minding all she spake to him