But Shaw on his enemy kept a cool eye,
Of vigilant valour the symbol,
Affrighted no more by the Fire Demon’s cry
Than the squeak of a rat; if the Fire Fiend was spry,
His opponent was equally nimble.
For Water, Fire’s foe, at his best freely flows,
And the Fire Demon dares not to linger
Whenever his enemy turns on the hose;
He stands in much fear of this foeman, and those
Who flock at the lift of his finger.