Not caught Ermao net

Then, like a shooting splendour on the wing,

The strong-armed son of Kish came thundering;

And as in Autumn's fall, when woods are bare,

Two adverse tempests meet in middle air,

So Saul and Achish, grim with heat and hate,

Met by the brook and shook the scales of Fate.

For now the struggle swayed, and, firm as rocks

Against the storm-wind of the equinox,