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 And in one body, as the flame
 * From out the earth doth flow,

So from th’ outnumb’ring Tatar host
 * Towards the hill they go.

With backward steps the hill they climb,
 * And ’neath its woody crown

Extend themselves, while underneath
 * A sharp peak pointeth down.

And right and left themselves with shields
 * They cover for the fight,

And on each other’s shoulders lay
 * The spears so sharp and bright.

On shoulder of the front-rank man
 * The second laid his spear,

And those of the third rank in turn
 * Upon the second were.

And down upon the Tatar hordes
 * Rain arrows from the hill;—

Night cometh on, and all the world
 * Envelopes calm and still.

O’er heav’n above she spreads herself,
 * And o’er the earth below,

And veils the warriors’ flaming eyes,
 * That ’gainst each other glow.