XII.

At Andarlása craggy mount and moor Girding the rapid stream forbid its verge; But Oyarzún not yet may sleep secure. ’Twixt Jaizquibel and crested Haya urge His fiery columns straining to emerge. See on the crownéd heights our forces rest. Zugáramurdi, Echallar a dirge May roar for him who dares the eagle’s nest. Great Arthur guards the pass with high, heroic breast.