A young man made for the corner where he knew she was standing;
this strapping churl had walked some way--with his own hands he whipped up her dress,
and under her girdle (as she stood there) thrust something stiff, worked his will; they both shook.
This fellow quickened:
one moment he was forceful, a first-rate servant,
so strenuous that the next he was knocked up, quite blown by his exertion.
Beneath the girdle a thing began to grow
that upstanding men often think of, tenderly, and acquire.
Go on then - what do you think it is?