Dripping and foul with water and with weeds, 'Mid fire and stone, and arbalests, and bows, On drives the chief; as through the marshy reeds, The wild-swine of our own Mallea goes;
Who makes large day-light wheresoe'er he speeds, Parting the sedge with breast and tusk and nose.
The paynim, safe in buckler lifted high, Scorns not the wall alone, but braves the sky.