But let none press on to achievement that reacheth
Farther beyond that bound!—
And in that house many a lover
Of the rearing of steeds was found.
And they joyed in the lore that the War-god teacheth.
But ere one day’s hours passed over,
The merciless sleet-laden tempest of war had bereft of hero-scions four
That hearth once happy; but now again
After the wintry gloom of the months of changeful vesture, the earth once more
Hath blossomed with roses of crimson grain