WITH noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half-hid in fog,the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers from their outer fields,Saw fits of flame and gleams of clashing shields For,where the yellow river draws its spring,The hosts of Israel travelled thundering!
There,beating like the storm that sweeps to sea Across the reefs of chafing Galilee,The car of Abner and the sword of Saul Drave Gaza down Gilboa's southern wall;But swift and sure the spears of Ekron flew,Till peak and slope were drenched with bloody dew!
"Shout,Timnath,shout!''the blazing leaders cried,And hurled the stone and dashed the stave aside:
"Shout,Timnath,shout!Let Hazor hold the height,Bend the long bow and break the lords of fight!''
From every hand the swarthy strangers sprang,Chief leaped on chief,with buckler buckler rang!
The flower of armies!Set in Syrian heat,The ridges clamoured under labouring feet;
Nor stayed the warriors till,from Salem's road,The crescent horns of Abner's squadrons glowed.
Then,like a shooting splendour on the wing,The strong-armed son of Kish came thundering;And as in Autumn's fall,when woods are bare,Two adverse tempests meet in middle air,So Saul and Achish,grim with heat and hate,Met by the brook and shook the scales of Fate.
For now the struggle swayed,and,firm as rocks Against the storm-wind of the equinox,The rallied lords of Judah stood and bore All day the fiery tides of fourfold war.
But he that fasted in the secret cave,And called up Samuel from the quiet grave,And stood with darkness and the mantled ghosts A bitter night on shrill Samarian coasts,Knew well the end -of how the futile sword Of Israel would be broken by the Lord;How Gath would triumph,with the tawny line That bend the knee at Dagon's brittle shrine;And how the race of Kish would fall to wreck,Because of vengeance stayed at Amalek;Yet strove the sun-like king,nor rested hand Till yellow evening filled the level land;Then Judah reeled before a biting hail Of sudden arrows shot from Akor's vale,Where Libnah,lapped in blood from thigh to heel,Drew the tense string,and pierced the quivering steel.
There fell the sons of Saul,and,man by man,The chiefs of Israel,up to Jonathan;And while swift Achish stooped and caught the spoil,Ten chosen archers,red with sanguine toil Sped after Saul,who,faint and sick,and sore With many wounds,had left the thick of war:
He,like a baffled bull by hunters prest,Turned sharp about,and faced the flooded west,And saw the star-like spears and moony spokes Gleam from the rocks and lighten through the oaks;A sea of splendour!How the chariots rolled On wheels of blinding brightness manifold!
While stumbling over spike and spine and spur Of sultry lands,escaped the son of Ner With smitten men.At this the front of Saul Grew darker than a blasted tower wall;And seeing how there crouched upon his right,Aghast with fear,a black Amalekite,He called,and said:"I pray thee,man of pain,Red from the scourge,and recent from the chain,Set thou thy face to mine,and stoutly stand With yonder bloody sword-hilt in thy hand,And fall upon me.''But the faltering hind Stood trembling,like a willow in the wind.
