Dense clouds of smoke and lurid sheets of flame.
It had its portion in the common fate,
'Too late!' the mocking hoof-beats rang, 'Too late!'
We passed a company, on their return
From executing those instructions stern;
It was the company of my brigade
Wherein I first was a lieutenant made;
Its officers and men I knew by name;
They cheered me when their captain I became;
They cheered me when I left a major's tent,