With quick-snatched cables from the strand.
Now like a sated beast of prey
Lay Slaughter sleeping on the field.
From heaven’s tent the moon revealed
The awful scene with pitying ray.
Along the shore, with sighs, alone,
Went Axel where the dead were strewn.
They lay by twos, men face to face:
How fierce the grasp of their embrace!
A faithful clasp wouldst thou behold?