WHO AROUSED THE DETACHMENT ON A CHILLY MORNING, AT 2.30 A.M.
Oh, come again, but at another time;
Choose some more fitting moment to appear,
For even in fair Gallia's sunny clime
The dawns are chilly at this time of year.
I did not go to bed till one last night,
I was on guard, and, pacing up and down,
Gazed often on the sky where every light
Flamed like a gem in Night's imperial crown;
And when the clamant rattle's hideous sound