He dared a death of agony,
Outnumbered battle with the king of beasts,
Long struggle in the horror of the night,
Dared and went forth to meet—O ye who fear!
Finding an empty road, and nothing there,—
A wide, bare, common road, with homely fields,
And fences, and the dusty roadside trees—
Some spitting kittens, maybe, in the grass.
REINFORCEMENTS.
Yea, we despair. Because the night is long,