And they gave no battle-shout.
When the first went forth, it was midnight deep,
In heaven was the moon, in the camp was sleep;
When the last through the city’s gates had gone,
O’er tent and rampart the bright day shone,
With a sun-burst from the sea.
There were knights five hundred went arm’d before,
And Bermudez the Cid’s green standard bore;[242]
To its last fair field, with the break of morn,
Was the glorious banner in silence borne,