Are hushed the maidens’ voices as cowering down they lie
In the flutter of their sudden awe.
For, from the air above, and the grassy ground beneath
And from the Mountain Ashes and the old Whitethorn between,
A power of faint Enchantment doth through their beings breathe
And they sink down together on the green.
They sink together silent, and stealing side to side,
They fling their lovely arms o’er their drooping necks so fair,
Then vainly strive again their naked arms to hide,