With the things upon their shoulders;
Humped them till their backs were breaking,
Till at last their souls revolted.
“Finish, Mademoiselle,” said Percy,
Firm, though quite polite about it,
“Not another yard,” said Percy,
“Not a step,” said Tiadatha.
“Pas loin d’ici,” sobbed the maiden,
Wept the unattractive damsel,
“Only just a little farther,