In their midst I saw one trooper, and around his waist I noted
Tied a simple silken scarf of blue and white;
When my vision grasped it clearly to my hatred I devoted
Him, from all the hireling wretches who were mingled there in flight.
For that token in the summer had been from our cabin taken
By the robber-hands of wrongers of my kin;
’Twas my sister’s—for the moment things around me were forsaken;
I was blind to fleeing foemen, I was deaf to battle’s din.
Olden comrades round me lying dead or dying were unheeded;
Vain to me they looked for succor in their need;