Making his journey by twice three miles longer
As though once revisiting the witches,
Those unclean—it stood symbol in his mind
For what, but what? He never wished her harm—
She being a hare and having innocent eyes—
It was her fault for blundering on him there.
He never wished her harm, she should have known
His angry fit, frustration, weariness
Breaking a gentler mood. With slackening steps
He once more takes the homeward road, that is,