And flashed their blades on high as proof
Of the hate they had; nor ceased to moan
Like men long dead 'neath the charnel-stone,
Give us the daughter of Abramo."
The dawn was groping up the sky,
An early bird was heard to cry;
Forth from the gate with haunted eyes
Four figures crept in leper's guise,
And two had long and yellow hair
And none had face or body bare.