And gazed with startled eyes around:
"'Tis naught," they laughed, "'twas a country
sound—
A late-awakened bird did call,
A wind blew through the water-fall.
'Tis naught—'tis naught."
But afar they heard
A wail not made by beast or bird;
A hungry moan, long-drawn and low,
"Give us the daughter of Abramo."