Whence have you drawn, O shining beads,
The tints which blind my sight?
"Down in the woods a wild cat bleeds,
He moans along the night.
He gave his green green eyes to deck
The whiteness of your lady's neck.
"He moans into the dark, he dies.
He has not eyes nor blood.
Your lady's beads may shine, he lies
Stretched cold within the wood.
--But she shall never lose again
The wild cat moaning in her brain."