XXIV.

Around the house were prying eyes, And gossips hiding under trees; And Mildred heard the steps of spies At midnight, when, upon her knees, She sought the comfort of the skies.

Strange voices rose upon the night; Strange errands entered at the gate; Her hours were months of pale affright; But still her prisoner of state Was shielded from their eager sight.

They did not dare to force the lock Of one whose deeds had been divine, Or carry to her heart the shock Of violence, although condign Toward one who dared the laws to mock.

But there were hirelings in pursuit, Who thirsted for his golden price; And, swift allied with pimp and brute, And quick to purchase and entice, They found the tree that held their fruit.