XXVII.
She was 'ware of a shadow that crossed where she lay, She was 'ware of a presence that withered the day: Wild she sprang to her feet,--"I surrender to _thee_ The broken vow's pledge, the accursed rosary,-- I am ready for dying!"
She was 'ware of a shadow that crossed where she lay, She was 'ware of a presence that withered the day: Wild she sprang to her feet,--"I surrender to _thee_ The broken vow's pledge, the accursed rosary,-- I am ready for dying!"