The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series/Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

LORD TENNYSON.

THY voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.