Among the kerseys blue; and I said,
"Who is it, Babette, with lifted head,
"And the startled look, possessed and strange,
Under the paint—secure from change?"
"Ah, 'Sieur Jean, do ye not ken
Of the eerie folk of Bareau Fen?"
I blenched, and she knew too well I wist
The fearsome fate of the goblin tryst.
"The street is a cruel home, 'Sieur Jean,