And prayed to his Muse; and whilst he prayed
(So Heaven is kind to those that ask)
Like a mænad flushed from the wine-god's flask,
Behold, a maid!
Her skirt was draggled, her hair was down,
As though she had walked by woodland tracks
Or come on an omnibus through the town,
And suddenly forth from her loosened gown
She pulled an axe.
And "Thus!" and "Thus!" she observed, and dealt