Look up! In heaven, too, hangs the sword, a Sign!
With this commandment have I bound thine eyes,
That, fixed and set, henceforth no more they swerve:
Mine are they. She my life who glorifies
On me must gaze not, but that cause I serve!
X.
In single fight we met: the invader fell;
Two hosts stood mute, one gloomy, both amazed;
His eyes, the eyes of one that hears his knell,
On me, and not my lifted sword, were raised.