Spoiling the slim white body! Sigebert
Would have lit up the land with war that day;
But wisdom counselled patience. Bitterly
I waited. But my hate was like a hound
That, from afar, marks down his prey at dawn;
Though the chase last till evening, he keeps
His way through shadows, and the blazing noon,
Following, tireless, till his throat has blood.
Six years I waited, ere in armoured strength
I came to reap their harvests with my sword;