I shall float Upon the abhorred sea, that mankind hate, With thee and thine." She answered: "God forbid! For, sir, though men be evil, yet the deep They dread, and at the last will surely turn To Him, and He long-suffering will forgive.
And chide the waters back to their abyss, To cover the pits where doleful creatures feed.
Sir, I am much afraid: I would not hear Of riding on the waters: look you, sir, Better it were to die with you by hand Of them that hate us, than to live, ah me! Rolling among the furrows of the unquiet, Unconsecrate, unfriendly, dreadful sea." He saith again: "I pray thee, woman, peace, For thou wilt enter, when that day appears, The fateful ship." "My lord," quoth she, "I will.
But O, good sir, be sure of this, be sure The Master calleth; for the time is long That thou hast warned the world: thou art but here Three days; the song of welcoming but now Is ended.

I behold thee, I am glad; And wilt thou go again?
Husband, I say, Be sure who 't is that calleth; O, be sure, Be sure.

My mother's ghost came up last night, Whilst I thy beard, held in my hands did kiss, Leaning anear thee, wakeful through my love, And watchful of thee till the moon went down.
"She never loved me since I went with thee To sacrifice among the hills: she smelt The holy smoke, and could no more divine Till the new moon.

I saw her ghost come up; It had a snake with a red comb of fire Twisted about its waist,--the doggish head Lolled on its shoulder, and so leered at me.
'This woman might be wiser,' quoth the ghost; 'Shall there be husbands for her found below, When she comes down to us?
O, fool! O, fool! She must not let her man go forth, to leave Her desolate, and reap the whole world's scorn, A harvest for himself.' With that they passed." He said, "My crystal drop of perfectness, I pity thee; it was an evil ghost: Thou wilt not heed the counsel ?" "I will not," Quoth she; "I am loyal to the Highest.

Him I hold by even as thou, and deem Him best.
Sir, am I fairer than when last we met ?" "God add," said he, "unto thy much yet more, As I do think thou art." "And think you, sir," Niloiya saith, "that I have reached the prime ?" He answering, "Nay, not yet." "I would 't were so," She plaineth, "for the daughters mock at me: Her locks forbear to grow, they say, so sore She pineth for the master.