“And the sun went down, and the stars came out, far over the summer sea,
But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came,
Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame:
Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
For some were sunk and many were shatter’d, and so could fight us no more—
God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?”
But at length he was captured with his crippled ship and his diminished crew.
“But he rose upon their decks, and he cried:
‘I have fought for Queen and Faith, like a valiant man and true: