This awful vastness, dead and gray.
And now at last brought well at bay
They stood,—but each stood to his post;
Each man an unencompassed host.
Then one dismounted, waved a hand,
'Twas Morgan's stern and still command.
There fell a clash, like loosen'd chain,
And men dismounting loosed the rein.
Then every steed stood loosed and free;
And some stepp'd slow and mute aside,