She took my hand, and, as if naught of love
Had ever been between us, said,--"All know
The madness of that hour when with his glove
He struck, then slew my brother, and brought woe
On all our house: and thou, incensed above
The rest, came here, and made my foe thy foe.
But he had left. 'Twas then I promised thee
My hand, but, ah! my heart was gone from me.