Victory! Shattered supports reeled on the right, and rolled backward.
Islanded, closed in the copse, lost, without hope, the Virginian
Doggedly loaded once more, and the Tennessean beside him;
Thus had they chosen to die, each dealing death in his dying.
Sullen, some bowed them to fate, waved the white sign of surrender,
Droopingly trailed to the rear with the bayonet-glitter to guard them;
Brokenly over the plain receded the sorrowful remnant,
Choosing retreat through fire.
Even so, dragged back to the ocean,
So have you seen on the shore, reluctant, and leaving behind it