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They crossed the hills; they came to where Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere Fled like a Maenad with outstreaming hair; And there the soldier sank, and died. Death-dumb he fell; yet ere life sped, Child-like on her knee he laid his head. She strove to pray; but all words fled Save those their love had sanctified.

And then her voice rose waveringly To the notes of a mother's lullaby; But her song was only "Ah, must thou die?" And to her his eyes death-still replied.