And they grew red, and they grew warm,
And, panting, rested arm in arm;
Juchhe, juchhe!
Juchheisa, heisa, he!
And hips on elbows too.
And “Softly, softly,” quoth the quean,
“How many a bride hath cheated been
By men as fair as you!”
But he spoke a word in her ear aside,
And from the tree it shouted wide