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Rh In Anne of Austria's trembling hands

The weary head fell low:—

"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, straight

"For Besser in Saro;

"Und there Ultruda comes to me

"At Easter, und I go.

"South, down the Cattegat—What's here?

"There—are—no—lights—to—guide!"

The mutter ceased, the spirit passed,

And Anne of Austria cried

In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house

When Hans the mighty died.

Thus slew they Hans the blue-eyed Dane,

Bull-throated, bare of arm,

But Anne of Austria looted first

The maid Ultruda's charm—

The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.