Straight unto him the woman ran;
And underneath the gleaming steel
E'en at his very feet did kneel.
She looked up; sobs were all her speech,
Yet sorely did her face beseech.
While o'er her head the chaser stared,
Shaking aloft the edges bared.
Doubted the Swain, and a while did stand
As she took his coat-lap in her hand.
Upon his hand he felt her breath