“The tribes of Tigris and the Desert knew her:
Sofuk before the Shammar bands she bore
To meet the dread Jebours, who waited not
To bid her welcome; and the savage Koord,
Chased from his bold irruption on the plain,
Has seen her hoof prints in his mountain snow.
Lithe as the dark-eyed Syrian gazelle,
O’er ledge and chasm and barren steep amid
The Sinjar hills, she ran the wild ass down.
Through many a battle’s thickest brunt she stormed,