āFrom camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,The hum of either army stilly sounds,That the fixed sentinels almost receiveThe secret whispers of each other's watch.Fire answers fire, and through their play flamesEach battle sees the other's umbered face.Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighsPiercing the night's dull ear; and from the tentsThe armorers accomplishing the knights,With busy hammers closing rivets up,Give dreadful note of preparation.ā