The meeting shock! ring out the victor's strain!
Or dirge, when peasants tramp o'er knights and lords,—
Jarring when the war trumpet blows amain,
And scattered all afield
The shivered lance-shaft and the shattered shield.
Ring out to ladies' eyes!
To love's wild ecstasy of joy and woe,
To morning's mantling blush, to passionate sighs
That heave the rose-tipped mamelons of snow,
To gage d'amor, I ween,