XII.
Vain, Boyer, thy decision—vain, Maucune,
Thy energy. Soult hears the cannonade
At Espelette, and rushes forth full soon;
But ere he comes his camps a prey are made
By Britain’s sons beneath Andaya’s shade.
Zugáramurdi feels the advancing power,
And D’Erlon sees his post by Fate betrayed—
The Lusitan battalion’s fairest flower
Alone by France cut down in that eventful hour.