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 ring,—the cumbered fight,—
Heenanus’ sudden, blinded flight,—
Sayerius pausing, as he might,
Just when ten minutes used aright
Had made the fight his own!