XXIV
In apron suit the Bishop stood;
The crowding people kindly viewed.
A gaunt grey woman he saw rise
On air, with most beseeching eyes:
And evident as light in dark
It was, she set to him for mark.
XXV
Her highest leap had come: with ease
She jumped to reach the Bishop’s knees:
Compressing tight her arms and lips,
She sought to jump the Bishop’s hips:
Her aim flew at his apron-band,
That he might see and understand.