XIII.
Maddened with rage quick followed the hussar,
But soon his footsteps checked the foaming tide.
Gnashed were his teeth while shot the bark afar,
And rung the maidens’ laughter clear and wide;
For greater not Penthesilea’s pride,
Girt by her crescent-shielded Amazons
In war’s array, whom Dian dared not chide!
Full soon the joyous news like lightning runs,
And wins undying fame ’mongst wild Cantabria’s sons.