XLII.

Last night a sound was in the Moslem camp, And Asia’s hills re-echo’d to a cry Of savage mirth! Wild horn and war-steeds’ tramp Blent with the shout of barbarous revelry, The clash of desert-spears! Last night the sky A hue of menace and of wrath put on, Caught from red watch-fires, blazing far and high, And countless as the flames in ages gone, Streaming to heaven’s bright queen from shadowy Lebanon!