How shall I tell the close?
That left the Champion’s belt in doubt
Between those well-matched foes?
Fain would I shroud the tale in night—
The meddling Blues that thrust in sight—
The ring-keepers o’erthrown;
The broken ropes—th’ encumbered fight—
Heenanus’ sudden blinded flight—
Sayerius pausing, as he might,
Just when ten minutes, used aright