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Like a tall forest were their spears,

Their banners like a silken sea,

When the great host in splendour passed

Across the crimson sinking sun.

And then the bray of brazen horns 5

Arose above their clanking march,

As the long waving column filed

Into the odorous purple dusk.

O lover, in this radiant world

Whence is the race of mortal men, 10

So frail, so mighty, and so fond,

That fleets into the vast unknown?