Chapter XXX

"Yea, I had only lived for this--to right
With death my wrongs sometime. And love and hate
Contended in my bosom when, that night
Before the fight that should decide our fate,
I entered where he slept. There was no light
Save of the stars to see by. Long and late
I leaned above him there, yet could not kill--
Hate raised the dagger but love held it still.