He wielded valorous. Against the fist
Smote where the gauntlet husked the nervous wrist,
Which strained the weapon to a wrathful blow;
Palsied, the tightened sinews of his foe
Loosened from effort, and, the falchion seized,
Easy was yielded. Then the wroth King squeezed,
—Hurling the moon-disk of his shield afar,—
Him in both knotted arms of wiry war,
Rocked sidewise twice or thrice,—as one hath seen
Some stern storm take an ash tree, roaring green,