Scornful lightnings danced their sight:。，- You shall yield us land and daughters:
Seized to make him glad and young;。，Drew blank air to hues and forms;
Wondering with a mind at fault.。，
For sermons cosmopolitan,。，Laid a finger on the bed.
Right well! But not in the South, princess,。，Gleaming till their fury laughed.
Eye and have, my Attila!。，VI
Out beyond the flush of light.。，Attila, my Attila!
Nay, not wrath the king possessed,。，VIII
He breathed peace and pulled a flower.。，Else a ghost that weds with Death?
XVIII。，She is Madness, none may doubt.
Ghostly Night across the hive,。，He; heaven's finger in their sight
Then the warriors each on each。，Then had Vengeance of her feast
Fluttered by a wind, and flowed。，Dissolution battles fast:
。，When deep-voiced he uttered, Rome!
Red runs up the flag of morn.。，This was the damsel Ildico,
，She was of his heart's blood clad:。，Whispers that at heart made iron-clang: