The outward armour and the bones within
Broken and bruised and crush’d. Echo prolong’d
The long uproar: a silence then ensued,
Through which the sound of Deva’s stream was heard,
A lonely voice of waters, wild and sweet;
The lingering groan, the faintly-utter’d prayer,
The louder curses of despairing death,
Ascended not so high. Down from the cave
Pelayo hastes, the Asturians hasten down,
Fierce and immitigable down they speed