Her lover sinks—she sheds no ill-timed tear;

Her Chief is slain—she fills his fatal post;

Her fellows flee—she checks their base career;

The Foe retires—she heads the sallying host:

Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?

Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?

What maid retrieve when man's flushed hope is lost?

Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul,

Foiled by a woman's hand, before a battered wall? [11.B.]