In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the <br />land, <br />And the Back-sea met the front-sea, and our doors were blocked <br />with sand, <br />And we heard the drub of dead-man's bay, where the bones of <br />thousands are, <br />We knew not what the day had done for us at Trafalgar. <br />Had done, <br />Had done, <br />For us at Trafalgar! <br /> <br />'Pull hard, and make the nothe, or down we go!' One says, <br />says he. <br />We pulled; and bedtime brought the storm; but snug at home <br />slept we. <br />Yet all the while our gallants after fighting through the day, <br />Were beating up and down the dark, sou'west of Cadiz Bay. <br />The dark, <br />The dark, <br />Sou'west of Cadiz Bay! <br /> <br />The victors and the vanquished then the storm it tossed and tore, <br />As hard they strove, those worn-out men, upon that surly shore; <br />Dead Nelson and his half dead crew, his foes from near and far, <br />Were rolled together on the deep that night at Trafalgar! <br />The deep, <br />The deep, <br />That night at Trafalgar!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-of-trafalgar/
