1. You stood, though death was certain, stander firm,
And mingled with the keen swords' piercing scent,

2. So you were straight and narrow in the fray
As if you slept in ruin's closing eye.

3. The heroes passed you, broken by defeat,
Like rams pursued by hounds in mad stampede.

4. Your honor kept, your mettle uncorrupted,
Your face serene, your mouth a smiling flame.