Fierce through that day the struggle went,
And blood was spilt and swords were bent.
The sun sank bloody in the West;
The day died bitter and unblest.
The mountains strained against the sky
And angrily, as they would try
To wrench from earth their trampled gowns.
An eagle o'er the upland downs
Hung poised, then beat his wings, as he
Refused to share man's cruelty.