Once more, methought, I lay upon the plain;
Once more was rack'd with that tormenting pain;
Again I felt that flood of piercing hail,
And screamed for succour, but without avail.
Then suddenly another phantom near'd,
And lo! the dreadful oath I'd sworn appear'd.
'Revenge, revenge!' its pale lips seemed to say,
As pointing where the slumb'ring infant lay;
'Seize thy sole chance, nor lose it by delay.'
I started, rose, and paced the hut across;