XXVII

"But still this man pursued me, and I held

Firm to my vow, albeit I loved him still,

Unknown to all, with all the love unquelled

Of first impressions, and against my will.

At last despair of winning me compelled

Him to the oath he swore: He would not kill,

But take me living and would make my life

A living death. No man should make me wife.

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