He looked upon their pomp, and as the helms

Bent low before him, and the banners swayed

Like burnished wings to do him reverence,

His look grew restless, and he did not wear

The lofty sternness of a monarch’s brow.

The leader of the host came by. His form

Was like a son of Anak, and he strode

Majestically on, and bore his crest

As men were waters, and his frame a rock.

The king rose up to Joab, and came near,