As from a deadly asp.
“And now he reached the lonely spot
Where he his foe must bide,
And crouched behind a blasted oak
All rent and gaping wide.
“With bended head and flagging tread
The death-doomed foe comes on;
His brow hath lost its haughty frown,
His eye’s fierce fire is gone.
“With bended head and flagging tread