'Vanity's links are heavily worn,
Upon these quivering vapors,
But I mock their bitter clutch,
For the clouds' paling coal,
...
I love you dear mother,
Mirth completely overtakes me suddenly,
Beholding the Deities and Swan,
Upon that massive navy raiment,
...
They spurred their plated colts,
And pounded upon the crossed shields,
As they flanked that hushed homestead,
Before they sought out rebels,
...