"Away!—away!—My breath was gone,

I saw not where he hurried on:

'Twas scarcely yet the break of day,

And on he foamed—away!—away!

The last of human sounds which rose,

As I was darted from my foes,380

Was the wild shout of savage laughter,

Which on the wind came roaring after

A moment from that rabble rout:

With sudden wrath I wrenched my head,

And snapped the cord, which to the mane

Had bound my neck in lieu of rein,

And, writhing half my form about,

Howled back my curse; but 'midst the tread,

The thunder of my courser's speed,

Perchance they did not hear nor heed:390

It vexes me—for I would fain

Have paid their insult back again.

I paid it well in after days:

There is not of that castle gate,

Its drawbridge and portcullis' weight,

Stone—bar—moat—bridge—or barrier left;

Nor of its fields a blade of grass,

Save what grows on a ridge of wall,

Where stood the hearth-stone of the hall;

And many a time ye there might pass,400

Nor dream that e'er the fortress was.

I saw its turrets in a blaze,

Their crackling battlements all cleft,

And the hot lead pour down like rain

From off the scorched and blackening roof,

Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.

They little thought that day of pain,

When launched, as on the lightning's flash,

They bade me to destruction dash,

That one day I should come again,410

With twice five thousand horse, to thank

The Count for his uncourteous ride.

They played me then a bitter prank,

When, with the wild horse for my guide,

They bound me to his foaming flank:

At length I played them one as frank—

For Time at last sets all things even—

And if we do but watch the hour,

There never yet was human power

Which could evade, if unforgiven,420

The patient search and vigil long

Of him who treasures up a wrong.