That with unequal strength withstood
Th' invader of your country's peace.
Now, round this head let darkness fall!
Descend, ye shafts of thund'rous hail!
Ne'er shall be said, in Edwy's hall
That troubled ghost was heard to wail!—
Then, with his feeble arm, the fire
Into the thickest battle flies,
To die, was all the chiefs desire;
Oppress'd with wounds and grief, he dies.