| A sudden blow: | |
| The great wings beating still | |
| Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed | |
| By the dark webs, her nape caught in the bill, | |
| He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. | 5 |
| How can those terrified vague fingers push | |
| The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? | |
| And how can body, laid in that white rush, | |
| But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? | |
| A shudder in the loins engenders there | 10 |
| The broken wall, the burning roof and tower | |
| And Agamemnon dead. | |
| Being so caught up, | |
| So mastered by the brute blood of the air, | |
| Did she put on his knowledge with his power | 15 |
| Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? | |