His master's great adventure stirred。，Sunrise: look on the leagues of wheat:
Sweet sentimentalist, invite。，Filled him, and around was glassed,
Smoking war's the warrior's wife!。，Seen of Attila, desired,
Destiny led forth the Hun.。，Flung to dogs the word was torn.
Forgetting . . .? O the horn! the horn!。，Then the warriors each on each
。，Make the bed for Attila!
Sharp as eyelight under thy frown,。，Like storm-waters over rocks.
。，Like that lake of blue intense,
See the green tree stripped of bark! -。，As the southern summer fig!
Torrents of the tightened reins,。，
XV。，Eye and have, my Attila!
Flapping wide the winding-sheet.。，And the trumpet-notes were sprung
That flashed of a judgement done,。，Loud they swore the king had sworn
Saw ye not the sun drop slow。，In the yellow lamp the limbs
Chirrups of the trot afield,。，
Him an oaklog stripped of bark:。，Fair she seemed surpassingly:
。，Showing eager teeth of battle,
，Drew blank air to hues and forms;。，Was she childish? was she sly?