That listens softly for strangeness. And she saw An incoherent scarecrow in blue clothes Stagger on wooden feet from the deep wood. She called to him to keep away from the hogs, Half-frightenedly. He did not hear or obey. He was out of Nibelung Hall. She put one hand On the rail of the fence to steady herself and waited. “You can’t come in here,” she said, fiercely. “The hogs’ll kill you.” But he was past the fed hogs and over the fence. She saw a queer look on his face. “You’re hungry,” she said. He grinned, made a noise in his throat, and fell, trying to touch her.

Now that I am clean again, Now I’ve slept and fed, How shall I remember when I was someone dead?