Here stood the fierce Ferrau in grisly plight,

  Begrimed with dust, and bathed with sweat and blood

  Who lately had withdrawn him from the fight,

  To rest and drink at that refreshing flood:

  But there had tarried in his own despite,

  Since bending from the bank, in hasty mood,

  He dropped his helmet in the crystal tide,

  And vainly to regain the treasure tried.