Dreaming, maybe, of loved ones far away,
When came a sudden trumpet-call—To horse!
Another moment saw us in the saddle,
And tearing on—we knew not why nor whither.
Then came a shock of strong men breast to breast—
A clash of swords—a hurricane of blows—
I on my back, half blind with blood and rage,
A thousand devils dancing in my eyes,
And friends and foes in wild entanglement,
All tussling for my body—then, a wrench—