Upon the bank of ancient Nile, A shoal of Arab boys Belaboured a dead crocodile, With oriental noise. They cursed his mother and his beard, They cursed his spotted sire, They kicked, and smote, and spat, and jeered, And pelted him with mire. They lashed a cord around his jaws, They sat astride his back, They twisted round his webbed claws, And made the sinews crack. When all at once the cold dead thing, As by Galvani's art, Its flabby tail appeared to swing With momentary start. Away, away, fled every one, Round corners and up trees, And left the monster all alone In death's unbroken peace. Emblem of cowardice is here, Patent to mind and eye: What they deserve such wretches fear, Without a danger nigh. |