We too, we too, descending once again <br />The hills of our own land, we too have heard <br />Far off --- Ah, que ce cor a longue haleine --- <br />The horn of Roland in the passages of Spain, <br />The first, the second blast, the failing third, <br />And with the third turned back and climbed once more <br />The steep road southward, and heard faint the sound <br />Of swords, of horses, the disastrous war, <br />And crossed the dark defile at last, and found <br />At Roncevaux upon the darkening plain <br />The dead against the dead and on the silent ground <br />The silent slain---<br /><br />Archibald MacLeish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-too-late-born/
