And keen, clear, flashing teeth of steel
Were given me,
And I laughed again,
For I thought that if I had a chance how I would bite in the heart of that miner,
That miner, gaunt, naked and strong!
And the smutty-faced boy whom the burly blacksmith
Called “son.”
But the burly blacksmith himself, I would not bite him,
No, not even were his veins beneath the gripe of my clear, keen, flashing teeth,
For I loved the burly blacksmith,