Xix

Sobbing she spoke as if but half awake, Her eyes far-fixed beyond me, far beyond All hope of mine.--So! it was for his sake, His love, that she had suffered!... Blind and fond, For what return!... And I--to nurse a snake, And never dream its nature would respond With some such fang of venom! 'Twas for this That I had ventured all--to find her his!