“You shadow of a man, you let her go.
Those limbs of hers, so beautiful in light,
In darkness, and the breast you could have bruised,
Crushing it with yours—and yet you would not,
For it is white, is small, and precious to you—
Derelict! Oh, shameful! What a shadow
Falls on you for lover—disobedient
Lover of that girl whom still you crave!”
Did her lips part? Was any of it spoken?
Berrien still watched the weary dancers