Our force could not await the Turk, but in its ardour got to work
That was not mentioned in the breves. It murdered all the Jews in Treves.
And I was sad a Christian lad should march with myrmidons so mad.
They made our Holy War appear too near a Musulman Jehad.
We plodded on for many weeks through mazes where the Austrian ekes
A bare existence on the slips of alp below the granite peaks,
And all those weeks did naught betide us palmers save that many died.
Our gaol-birds eyed the preaching-man, and scholars spoke of vaticide;
But I was happy when our stout commander sent me on to scout.
I cried for little Sunflower-tress, and made strange faces at the trout.