Mary Of Marka.

Eric of Marka holds the knife: "A nameless death for a nameless life."— "Mary of Marka, bid him stay, And the morrow shall be our wedding-day."— "Will the blessing of priest give back my faith, Or life to the child you left to death?"— Eric of Marka holds the knife: And turns to the mother that is no wife: "Mary of Marka, have your will! Shall I spare him, or shall I kill?"— "He wrought me wrong when the days were sweet, And he'll get no more but a winding-sheet."