Sir Walter

I’ve often seen the burning field of war, And often heard the dismal clang of arms; But never, till this fatal day of Cressy, Has my soul fainted with these views of death. I seem to be in one great charnel-house, And seem to scent the rotten carcasses; I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death, While the black gore drops from his horrid jaws: Yet I not fear the monster in his pride— But O! the souls that are to die to-day!