Lament, ye birds, the battle’s fallen star, + 

But you, sweet nightingales, forbear to sing. + 

Ye vultures only, floating from afar, + 

Shriek o’er the sepulchre on shadowy wing + 

Of him that fed you full with spoils of war + 

While through the smitten shields his axe would ring. + 

A. Lang + 