And as he paused, with the mad kiss of the dancing sun on his lips,
In the upper woods he saw a flashing of blue,
And from out of the trees, blowing, she came . . .

Two dogs straining on the leash, she held,
And she was being drawn along in powerful strides,
One strong foot after the other taking the hard ground obstinately …

A garment of filmy blue tossed about her young white body,
And her eyes were of the same blue, and were liquid with life,
But her hair, blowing, was golden, and glowed heaped in the sun …

Down the rocks she slipped, tugging:
The strong hounds panted …
Then they brought up, dancing, barking and gnashing at the youth …

“Down! down” she cried, in a voice like wind over water:
And she looked up, beholding the youth.