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And a savage trumpet's note peal'd out, Till their hearts for terror died!

On the armour of the God, Then a viewless hand was laid; There were helm and spear, with a clanging din, And corslet brought from the shrine within, From the inmost shrine of the dread abode, And before its front array'd.

And a sudden silence fell Thro' the dim and loaded air! On the wild bird's wing, and the myrtle-spray, And the very founts, in their silvery way, With a weight of sleep came down the spell, Till man grew breathless there.

But the pause was broken soon! 'Twas not by song or lyre; For the Delphian maids had left their bowers, And the hearths were lone in the city's towers, But there burst a sound thro' the misty noon, That battle-noon of fire!