Ossian

Long have I heard the noise of battle clash Along the windy sea that roared again; Seen helmets rise, and on the clanking plain Barbaric chieftains meet and, howling, dash Their mailéd thousands down, with crash on crash, Like crags contending with the roaring main; Torrents of shields, like rivers of rolling rain, I have beheld within the moon’s pale flash; The moon, that, like a spirit, o’er the wood Hung white as steel, glimmering the spears and swords, That shone like ripples in the iron flood, The streams of war, that beat in heathen hordes About their rock-like kings, whence wave-like far, Circled the battle, warrior on warrior.