XIV
Now on each side the leaders Gave signal for the charge; And on each side the footmen Strode on with lance and targe; And on each side the horsemen Struck their spurs deep in gore1, And front to front the armies Met with a mighty2 roar: And under that great battle The earth with blood was red; And, like the Pomptine fog at morn, The dust hung overhead; And louder still and louder Rose from the darkened field The braying3 of the war-horns, The clang of sword and shield, The rush of squadrons sweeping4 Like whirlwinds o'er the plain, The shouting of the slayers, And screeching5 of the slain6.