IV
He saw that column of cavalry wheel,
Split outward, and deploy.
He heard, he heard the Oliphant peal.
He crooked an angry knee to feel
The scabbard against his gilded heel.
He had great joy:
And he stood upright in the stirrup steel.
Because he was a boy.
. . . . . .
We faced their ordering, all the force,
And there was little sound;
But Haribert-Le-Marshall’s horse
Pawed heavily the ground.