I had trained long since and drove at Rhesus’ side—But wolves were on their backs, wolves, couched astride,Who drove and scourged; I saw the horses rearAnd stagger with wide nostrils, stiff with fear,And, starting up to drive the beasts away,I woke.—A terror of great darkness layAbout me, but I lifted up my headAnd listened. There was moaning, like the deadThat moan at night, and over me there flowed,So soft, so warm—it was my master’s blood,