O maid, unrelenting and cold as thou art,
My bosom is proud as thine own.
Seward
O maid, unrelenting and cold as thou art, My bosom is proud as thine own.
It was in the twilight of the day when her trial, if it could be called such, had taken place, that a low knock was heard at the door of Rebecca’s prison-chamber. It disturbed not the inmate, who was then engaged in the evening prayer recommended by her religion, and which concluded with a hymn we have ventured thus to translate into English.