For I and Ciro will play God's part,
And Celia sweet shall comfort thee
While we brand these dogs of Rimini."
With hurried feet they clomb the stair
And quickly gained the outer air,
And ghostly saw through the morning haze
The winding funeral arrays
Of Ugo's knights and warrior-men.
Dumbly they watched, and heard often
Their hunting cry borne down the breeze.