But other country
Dark with discord
dims beyond him [Sol],
With noise of nakers,
neighing of horses,
Hammering of harness.
A haughty god
Mars mercenary,
makes there his camp
And flies his flag;
flaunts laughingly
The graceless beauty,
grey-eyed and keen,
Blond insolence
of his blithe visage
Which is hard and happy.
He hews the act,
The indifferent deed
with dint of his mallet
And his chisel of choice;
achievement comes not
Unhelped by him;
hired gladiator
Of evil and good.
Alls one to Mars,
The wrong righted,
rescued meekness,
Or trouble in trenches,
with trees splintered
And birds banished,
banks filld with gold
And the liar made lord.
Like handiwork
He offers to all
earns his wages
And whistles the while.
White-feathered dread
Mars has mastered.
His metals iron
That was hammered through hands
into holy cross,
Cruel carpentry.
He is cold and strong,
Necessitys son.