Clash and clang of crossing weapons,
Varied tramp of changing movement,
Backward, forward, fast and slow.
Now they dance in circle wheeling,
Moor and Christian intermingled;—
See, the chain of swords is broken,
And in crescents they retire!
Wilder, wilder, the Moresca—
Furious now the sounding onset,
Like the rush of mad sea-billows,