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."