I Know her by her by her angry air,
Her brightblack eyes, her brightblack hair,
⁠Her rapid laughters wild and shrill,
As laughters of the woodpecker
⁠From the bosom of a hill.
⁠'Tis Kate—she sayeth what she will:
For Kate hath an unbridled tongue,
⁠Clear as the twanging of a harp.
⁠Her heart is like a throbbing star.
Kate hath a spirit ever strung
⁠Like a new bow, and bright and sharp
⁠As edges of the scymetar.