Heedless of any change, they stamped and swung,
Those hundred, as if Glendy still were here—
Old Glendy, whose thin throat still mastered them.
Yet Daniel saw how Dora, dropping her eyes,
Sat silent, deathly silent; and how Bruce,
Guardian to her, looked only down—
Looked everywhere save at the singer, singing:
Take your Dora by the hand.
There is life within her waist.
And there is woe, unless you stand