Young and fair, conceive! dark-eyed and red-lipped—
A fury, a mænad, a girl called—
De L’Orient
Yvette!
The Abbé
So they named her, the peasants of Morbec,
Named and applauded the dark-eyed besom!
When, De Vardes’ drawn rapier just touching
Her breast-knot of blue as she stood in his path,
Up went her brown hand, armed with a sickle!—