Of their fathers and mothers, like fallen leaves!
At first they kept their ranks, fighting shoulder to shoulder, and thus it was for some time.
But finally full of a rage like the lust for gold,
They rushed forward all together, raising discordant cries.
And then a sudden panic
Arose as if all at once, though it was day, the Night
Rearing up her giant head with its diadem of stars,
Confounded the sense with the blast of her prodigious horn.
They were astounded, those others, and they trembled, and suddenly the serried ranks of our foes,
Like colts stampeded by a clanking chain,