VI

Again with a lifted voice,.. like a trumpet that

                  takes

The low note of a viol that trembles, and triumph-

                  ing breaks

On the air with it, solemn and clear.. "I have

                  sinned not in this!

Where I loved, I have loved much and well,—I

                  have loved not amiss.

                              Let the living," she said,

                              "Inquire of the Dead,

            In the house of the pale-faced Images,—

And my own true Dead will answer for me, that I

                  have not loved amiss,

                        In my love for all these.