All raised at once the lash above their steeds, And smote them with the reins, and cheered them on With vehement cries. Across the plain they swept, Far from the fleet; beneath them rose the dust, A cloud, a tempest, and their tossing manes Were lifted by the wind. And now the cars Touched earth, and now were flung into the air. Erect the drivers stood, with beating hearts, Eager for victory, each encouraging His steeds, that flew beneath the shroud of dust.