"Come to my arms! You'll find them strong and snug.
The North's so true—and tender!"—
And then that monster huge put on the hug!
I thought my soul I'd render.
A bear's embrace, like a prize-fighter's grip,
Is close as passion's clasping.
"Welcome!" he grunted. "I'll not let you slip!"
"Thanks! thanks!" I answered, gasping.
"J'em—brasse—la—Rus—sie!" Here my breath quite failed
In that prodigious cuddle.