And Azo spake:—"But yesterday

I gloried in a wife and son;

That dream this morning passed away; 200

Ere day declines, I shall have none.

My life must linger on alone;

Well,—let that pass,—there breathes not one

Who would not do as I have done:

Those ties are broken—not by me;

Let that too pass;—the doom's prepared!

Hugo, the priest awaits on thee,

And then—thy crime's reward!

Away! address thy prayers to Heaven.

Before its evening stars are met, 210

Learn if thou there canst be forgiven:

Its mercy may absolve thee yet.

But here, upon the earth beneath,

There is no spot where thou and I

Together for an hour could breathe:

Farewell! I will not see thee die—

But thou, frail thing! shall view his head—

Away! I cannot speak the rest:

Go! woman of the wanton breast;

Not I, but thou his blood dost shed: 220

Go! if that sight thou canst outlive,

And joy thee in the life I give."