Mary Of Marka

Eric of Marka holds the knife:
“A nameless death for a nameless life.”-

“Mary of Marka, bid him stay,
And the morrow shall be our wedding-day.”-

“Will the blessing of priest give back my faith,
Or life to the child you left to death?”-

Eric of Marka holds the knife,
And turns to the mother that is no wife:

“Mary of Marka, have your will!
Shall I spare him, or shall I kill?”-

“He wrought me wrong when the days were sweet,
And he'll get no more but a winding-sheet.”