And in their place the peag zone,
And raven hair that all unbound
Upon her heaving bosom lies
And mingles with the rushing gore,
The sandaled foot, the fawn-like eyes;
All, all are there—he needs no more—
“Echucha—ha!” The dream hath passed;
Cold clammy drops were thick and fast
Upon the awakened warrior’s brow,
And the wild eye that flashed around