And breaks the foe’s design with counter-stroke of wrath.
XII.
With rapid steps Zubiri Picton gains;
His skirmishers molest Foy’s shattered flank.
From Zabaldíca’s crest Foy sees the plains
Strewn with the flower of many a fallen rank.
But powerless he for aid—the bayonet drank
Upon the hill the life-blood of his corps,
Where before Cole’s assault his veterans sank,