Chiefs! in my first-born’s grave!
And leave me!—I have conquer’d,
I have slain: my work is done!
Whom have I slain? Ye answer not—
Thou too art mute, my son!”
And thus his wild lament was pour’d
Through the dark resounding night,
And the battle knew no more his sword,
Nor the foaming steed his might.
He heard strange voices moaning