Hark the whip,

And the rumbling of the wheel,

And horses galloping,

And the rattling dance of the chariot![297]

Cavalry at the charge,[298] and flash of sabres,

And lightning of lances,

Mass of slain and weight of corpses,

Endless dead bodies—

They stumble on their dead!

—For the manifold harlotries of the Harlot,