"Tell it, Hag!" he cries, "and swear
Never more to prowl!"
Pants the Witch, "I swear! If you
Grate, in her rice-bowl,
Fox's liver, woes will disappear."
Itô from the Night-Wolf tore
One huge bristling ear.
In the morning all awakened,
Ah, the joy, the fear!
Haru smiling! Blood upon the floor!
Statesmen five, and waitresses,
Sore ashamed to drowse!
Gladness in the royal heart,
Joyaunce in the house!
Itô's hurt O Haru's own hand dresses!
Then he showed the ear, and told them
How the Witch's breath
Spread a spell of slumber round
Deep as sleep of death.
"I myself had nodded, but, behold them!
