One long shaft of sunset red。，
Over Danube day no more,。，High on it, o'er earth appalled,
Cursed of heat; and as a corse。，Like the fever dreading air,
。，Attila, my Attila!
VI。，He that scarce can munch his oats,
。，Make the bed for Attila!
Attila, my Attila!。，Woman stood with man
Dreadfuller than heaven in wrath,。，Belike on a passing bier.
Me, and retires as if making excuse.。，Traitor he, who stands between!
Smoking war's the warrior's wife!。，Men were flocks we lashed and spurned:
Nostrils quickened eyelids, eyelids hand:。，Whisked by the laundry-wife out of her suds.
。，Breath beaten out, foam-white. Anew
。，See the ordered army reel
While the chiefs with roaring rounds。，Never closed minuet courtlier! Soon
。，Shall the lady snared of her nobleness
On Alps, without a breast beguiled。，Start on roof and parapets.
Track the lightning, and you track。，Force and Speed astride his name
，On this nuptial day, ere eve。，Passed in peace their red sunset: