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VI

They crossed the hills; they came to where
Through an arid gloom the river Chaudière
Fled like a Mænad with outstreaming hair;
And there the soldier sank, and died.

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Death-dumb he fell; yet ere life sped,
Child-like on her knee he laid his head.
She strove to pray; but all words fled
Save those their love had sanctified.
And then her voice rose waveringly
To the notes of a mother's lullaby;
But her song was only “Ah, must thou die?”
And to her his eyes death-still replied.