Which swept through the armament, when the corse
Was drawn to the encampment on the shore.
The first thought, the Prince led, was to deplore
A comrade; the next, the pyre, to proceed
To raise, as to One who could intercede
In Heaven, what an altar might have been.
A primeval forest that had never seen
Woodman, or, profaning its silence, heard
The horn of huntsman chasing beast or bird,
Suddenly awoke to the frequent crash