arkling side--and saw.
Then came a horseman--Sire, his horse was white -
The moonshine made his mane like dull white fire -
And on his crupper heavily hung a corpse,
Arms held from swaying on this side, legs on that,
I know not which on either--but the men
Held fast that held: and hard on Tiber side
They swung the crupper towards the water--sharp
And swift as man may steer a horse--and caught
And slung their dead into the stream: and he
Drifted, and caught the moon across his face
That shone like life against it: and the chief
Till then sat silent as the moon at watch,
And then bade hurl stones on the drifting dead
And sink him out of sight; and seeing this done,
Rode thence, and they strode after.
Man, and thou -
Sire, I set my heart again to sleep:
I turned and slept under my boatside.
Dog--devil, if this be truth, and if my fear
Lie not--how hadst thou heart to hold thy peace?
How comes it that the warders of the shore