Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay;
The midnight brought the signal sound of strife;
The morn, the marshalling in arms; the day,
Battle's magnificently stern array!
The thunder clouds closed o'er it, which, when, rent,
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
Rider and horse--friend, foe--in one red burial blent.