When Deborah the prophetess ruled in God’s land, <br />And Sisera died under Jael’s fierce hand, <br />His mother looked forth at the close of the day, <br />When the roar of the war died in silence away: <br />And she cried, “Still his charriot tarries afar! <br />Are its wheels clogged about with the slaughter of war?” <br />And her damsels made answer, “Awhile yet they stay <br />To trample the fallen, dividing the prey.” <br />Day shut, and the stars that had doomed him to death <br />Rushed out, while to listen she pent in her breath; <br />But the sound of his chariot over the plain <br />Like a far roll of thunder, came never again <br /> <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-sisera/
