Sebastian led the van. The trumpet's thrill
Found a responsive chord within him still;
And when he saw the martial pomp around,
And felt the gallant steed beneath him bound,
And drank at morn the spirit of the air,
He seem'd his comrades' proudest joy to share:
But when at night his weary limbs he threw
On the cool heath, beneath the sky of blue,
Back to the tent his sleepless fancy flew,
And felt the love, the rapture, the despair.