The Maid Daughter of Nissus and the War Horse

When a raid in purple and upon the back of his white war horse proudly decked with richly broidered housings he reigned in the nervous steed. Then the maid daughter of Nissus could control herself no longer, and a frenzy seized her mind. She had an impulse to direct her steps, attend her virgin through the hostile ranks or cast her body from the topmost tower into the Ginocean camp. And as she sat beholding the white tents she cried, alas should I rejoice or grieve to see this war. But unless the war had brought him how could he be known to me?