Synopsis

Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had ed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, when the storm, Like a wild beast awaked and ravenous, Burst in its fury forth; and, cataract--like, Came down the boiling rain,--wide flew all eyes, From sleep even heaviest. With loud hiss expired The deluged watch--fires; and in darkness deep As of closed tomb, the affrighted sentries stood. What then to do, they knew not. With their spears Planted in earth,--against the tempest, some, Stood stiffly staggering: some, upon the ground Hastily flung themselves; and some, driven on, Reeling, and stumbling, fell. But, when heaven's fires 'Gan volley,--in the momentary blaze, Uprooted tents they saw; faces of men Looking aghast; and steeds, that from their stalls Had broken,--in wild terror, o'er the plain Headlong careering. Thus, till dawned the day, In darkness, and fierce light alternating; In terror, and confusion, lay the host.