Famine and Sword, the raging sky and sea,

And Earth upheaved, have laid such numbers low:

But ne'er one man's revenge. Between the slain

And living victims there was space no more,

Death thus let slip, to deal the fatal blow.

Hardly when struck they fell; the severed head

Scarce toppled from the shoulders; but the slain

Blent in a weighty pile of massacre