The firës burn upon the altar clear, While Emily was thus in her prayére: But suddenly she saw a sightë quaint. 669 For right anon one of the firës queint And quick’d 670 again, and after that anon That other fire was queint, and all agone: And as it queint, it made a whisteling, As doth a brandë wet in its burning. And at the brandës end outran anon As it were bloody droppës many one: For which so sore aghast was Emily, That she was well-nigh mad, and gan to cry, For she ne wistë what it signified; But onëly for fearë thus she cried, And wept, that it was pity for to hear. And therewithal Diana gan appear With bow in hand, right as an hunteress, And saidë; “Daughter, stint 671 thine heaviness. Among the goddës high it is affirm’d,