Ride arrow-wounded. And the city catch
Wild tumult from his coming, wilder fear—
A cry before him and a wail behind,
Of walls beleaguered; ravin; conquered kings:
Triumphant Taric; shackled Spain—revenge.
And I, a Moslem slave, a miser Jew's,
Housed near the Tagus—squalid and alone,
Save for his slave,—a dog he beat and starved,—
Leaner than my lank shadow when the moon,
A battle beacon, westerns; all my bones