And the noise of the flames shall be sweet in thine ears as the
sound of a lyre.

Yea, so shall thy kingdom be stablished, and so shall the signs of
it be:
And the world shall know, and the wind shall speak, and the sun
shall see,
That these are the works of thy servants, whose works bear witness
to thee.

II

But the dusk of the day falls fruitless, whose light should have
lit them on:
Sails flash through the gloom to shoreward, eclipsed as the sun
that shone:
And the west wind wakes with dawn, and the hope that was here is
gone.

Around they wheel and around, two knots to the Spaniard's one,
The wind-swift warriors of England, who shoot as with shafts of the
sun,
With fourfold shots for the Spaniard's, that spare not till day be
done.

And the wind with the sundown sharpens, and hurtles the ships to
the lee,
And Spaniard on Spaniard smites, and shatters, and yields; and we,
Ere battle begin, stand lords of the battle, acclaimed of the sea.