To where the Raven stood; his stern eye burned,
And like a flower beneath that withering glare
She faded fast. No need that heavy hand
To lead Winona from the joyous band;
No need those shameful words that stained the air:
“Let not the sacred circle be defiled
By one who, all too easily beguiled,
Beneath her bosom bears a warrior’s child.”
Winona swiftly fleeing, as she passed,
One look upon her shrinking lover cast