On land and wave my flag unfurl’d
Streamed like a storm above the world;
For Lorro was a soldier born;
His music was the battle-horn.
E’en when a boy—his playthings were
Such deadly toys as sword and spear.
I did not pant for fame or blood,
But thus in agony I sought
To strangle in their birth the brood
Of serpents cradled in my thought.