What, was it a dream? am I all alone
  In the dreary night and the drizzling rain?
Hist!—ah, it was only the river’s moan;
  They have left me behind with the mangled slain.

Yes, now I remember it all too well!
  We met, from the battling ranks apart;
Together our weapons flashed and fell,
  And mine was sheathed in his quivering heart...