A beauteous girl,—as ’twere a fawn,
So playful, wild, and gentle too,—
Came bounding o’er the shadowy lawn,
With step as light, and love as true.
It was Echucha! she, his bride,
Dearer than all of earth beside,—
For she had left her sire’s far home,
The woodland depths with him to roam
Who was that sire’s embittered foe!
And there, in loveliness alone,