But I joy to see my mate careering through the sky!”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Lion to the Sheep;
“My love for you is deep!
I slay—a Lion should,
But you are mild and good!”
Said the Sheep, “I do no ill—
Could not, had I the will;
But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill.”