So the fell orc Rogero does not smite With lance or faulchion where the tushes grow, But aims that 'twixt the ears his blow may light;
Now on the spine, or now on tail below.
And still in time descends or soars upright, And shifts his course, to cheat the veering foe:
But as if beating on a jasper block, Can never cleave the hard and rugged rock.
