The hawk on her fist where it pruned and shook
Its callowness ragged, as Hugh did seize
Softly the other hand long and white,—
Reached forth to him craving him rise from his knees,—
And mouthed with moist kisses an hundred quite.
Tho' she blushed up burning, no frowned "Beware!"
But seemed so happy! when crushing thro'—
Her sturdy retainer with swarthy stare—
The underwoods burst; and her maiden crew
Drew near them naming her name, and came