Ah, see," she cried, "God is awake,
The dagger's bloodstains weep and make
Large tears of red: the metal bleeds!"
If Lord God is awake and heeds,
He must heed quickly." So he said,
For wading up the river-bed,
Half-hid between its tree-topped banks,
He caught the gleam of horses' flanks
And, mingled with the water's flow,
The low-breathed panting of the foe.