With a sardonic heart she danced,
Obeying and paying homage to the god's,
She danced,at last she danced,
Thrusting herself to their will on the floor, ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.