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 'Iseult my love, Iseult my queen twice crowned, In thee my death, in thee my life lies bound: Names are there yet that all men's hearts acclaim, But Love's own heart rings answer to the sound, Iseult, that bids it bow before thy name.'

There ceased his voice yearning upon the word, Struck with strong passion dumb: but she that heard Quailed to the heart, and trembled ere her eyes Durst let the loving light within them rise, And yearn on his for answer: yet at last, Albeit not all her fear was overpast, Hope, kindling even the frost of fear apace With sweet fleet bloom and breath of gradual grace, Flushed in the changing roses of her face. And ere the strife took truce of white with red, Or joy for soft shame's sake durst lift up head, Something she would and would not fain have said, And wist not what the fluttering word would be, But rose and reached forth to him her hand: and he, Heart-stricken, bowed his head and dropped his knee, And on her fragrant hand his lips were fire; And their two hearts were as one trembling lyre Touched by the keen wind's kiss with brief desire And music shuddering at its own delight. So dawned the moonrise of their marriage night.