So sanctified by death;
I slumber’d—but my rest was not
As theirs, who lay beneath.
For on my dreams, that shadowy hour,
They rose—the chainless dead—
All arm’d they sprang, in joy, in power,
Up from their grassy bed.
I saw their spears, on that red field,
Flash as in time gone by—
Chased to the seas without his shield,