O’er which the mighty river plunging falls,[10]
And at their base the Water-Demons lay:
The panting chase at last had turned to bay.
Then thrilled my nerves with more than mortal strength;
A breath of Deity was in the burst
That bore me out a goodly lance’s length
To meet the Water-Demon’s son accurst.
His evil horn clanged hollow on my shield
Just as my spear transfixed him through and through;
A moment towering o’er the foam he reeled,