His fierce exploits, and boasted deeds sublime.
Time passed, and she grew weary of his gloom,
And laughed to scorn his face of sullenness;
And when at dusky eve his step was heard
Approaching, she would quit her cottage home
To shun his sight;—and seek the thicket’s shade
To meet her gentler lover.
One bright sun-set
She waited for his coming. Hours passed on,
And the gray twilight faded from the hills,