Of oak as strong as Babel.
And there slept Kit and Sall and Ruth
As sound as maids are able.
Ay—three in one—and there they dreamed,
Their bright young eyes hid under;
Nor hearkened when the tempest streamed
Nor recked the rumbling thunder.
For marvellous regions strayed they in,
Each moon-far from the other—
Ruth in her childhood, Kit in heaven,