By horse that fell upon our flank; and soon
I heard our front engaged. The moon to them,
—That was our peril,—the accursed yellow moon
Exposed our camp, while in the shadowy glens
The night hid their attack: our disposition
Was else not ill. Taking sufficient force,
I turned to clear the rear; but in the dark
Met with great numbers. How we fought God knows,
Surrounded on all hands. If any fled
I cannot guess: but battling there till dawn,