“You have conquered, Arminius! The Roman
world has grown red with your breath,
and its beauty is perished and no man
wonders or weeps at its death!
“Again as the meshes drew near us
you heard the buccina crack
on the last high whisper, ‘O Varrus,
give me my legions back!’
“You had twisted your web together
in triumph, but Wotan was dumb,