Her Kinsmen? In Lee’s army, they.
The black? A servant, late her sire’s.
And Mosby? Vainly he inquires.
He gazed, and sad she met his eye;
“In the wood yonder were you lost”
No; at the forks they left the road
Because of hoof-prints (thick they were—
Thick as the words in notes thrice crossed),
And fearful, made that episode.
In fear of Mosby? None she showed.