This page has been validated.
She:
How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading, how shall I grant thy prayer,
Or give thee a rose-red silken tassel, a scented leaf from my hair?
Or fling in the flame of thy heart's desire the veils that cover my face.
Profane the law of my father's creed for a foe of my father's race?
Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred altars and slaughtered our sacred kine,
The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine.
16
