PART II. 
 
I Know.  When Ramoth-Gilead’s field 
Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, 
I smote amain with sword and shield ; 
My brows with mingled blood were red ; 
And on my cheek the kiss of hell, 
The hatred of my Jezebel. 
 
I waited many days.  At last 
The rushing of a chariot grew 
Frightful through all the city vast : 
Men were afraid.  But I—I knew 
Jehu was here, whose sword should dip 
Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. 
 
The spirit filled me.  And behold ! 
I saw her dead stare to the skies. 
I came to her ; she was not cold, 
But burning with old infamies. 
On her incestuous mouth I fell, 
And lost my soul for Jezebel. 
 
I followed him afoot, afire ; 
Beneath her window he drew rein ; 
She looked forth, clad in glad attire, 
Haggard and hateful, once again ; 
And taunted him.  His bastard blood 
Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. 
 
He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, 
“ Who is on my side ?  Who ? ” he said. 
Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, 
Grinned from behind her laughing head.