A gorgeous couch!—rest captive conqueror!
The orient guards thy bright triumphal car.
But, lo, another scene—a battle-plain—
The deep-toned roar of Heaven’s artillery!
’Mid iron hail and lightning-flash, again
The shattered hosts rush fiercely to the fray!
’Mid foaming steed, and flashing shield and spear,
And waving oriflame, those warrior-clouds
Surge onward like the sea!—a mighty bier
Yawns to receive them—for the darkness shrouds