Well, let the living jig it! He would turn
Back to the night, the spacious unconcern
Of wilderness that never played the friend.
Now came the song and fiddling to an end,
And someone laughed within. The old man winced,
Listened with bated breath, and was convinced
‘Twas Jamie laughing! Once again he heard.
Joy filled a hush ‘twixt heart-beats like a bird;
Then like a famished cat his lurking hate
Pounced crushingly.