The stallions of Camargue, all
joyful in the roar;
And keen as a whip they lash and crack
Their tails that drag the dust, and back
Scratch up the earth, and feel, entering their flesh, where he,
The God, drives deep his trident teeth,
Who in one
horror, above, beneath,
Bids storm and
waterydeluge seethe,
And shatters to their depths the abysses of the sea.
Cant. iv.
End