That could not do me ill;
And yet I feared him all the more,
For lying there so still;[1114]
There was a manhood in his look,
That murder could not kill.
“And, lo! the universal air[1115]
Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes[1116]
Were looking down in blame;
I took the dead men by his hand,[1117]