By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim,
Among the daisies that the cold had kexed.
'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.'
'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these.
"You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.'
'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold,
Proud and imperious with a lifting lip,
Blazing within, but outwardly controlled;
He had a colt's first instant of the whip.
The long lash curled to cut a second strip.