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Brave Pyropus, blood-bespattered, Snorts at men and corpses scattered, Throws his noble chest more wide, Leaps into the leaping tide.

Vainly hiss a thousand arrows, Launched at random through the foam; Every stroke the distance narrows Twixt him and his desert home.

Sorely tried, and passion-shaken, Long amid her foes forsaken, Now, in tumult of surprise, Lita knows not where she lies.