Like icicles they glittered in the beam
Still struggling up from the horizon’s rim.
His sleeping anger kindled at the sight,
Our leader’s eyes glowed like a flaming brand.
Thrilled by one impulse, all our sable band
Dove through the gathering shadows of the night
On wings outshaken for a headlong flight.
Anger, revenge, but more than all the thirst,
The glorious emulation to be first,
Stung me like fire, and filled each quivering plume.