Fled and bore the lady’s train;
Thick my heart’s full throbs confess
“Surely that was Happiness!”
Panting, staring, faint, I stood,
Then with foot and tongue pursued;
“Sorceress, fiend—whate’er ye be—
Tear not thus my fere from me!
I defy the loathly charms
That keep him from his poor maid’s arms!
I will rend thy mask away!