Vespertide

And the holy nuns after vespertide, / All forth from the chapel are gone

And holy Vespertide had rolled / Its fulgent waves of molten gold / Adown the forest bower

At vespertide on that summer Sunday, seven or eight thousand cavalry advanced with loud shouting and clang of trumpets against the Ziscaberg, carried an outwork on a lower slope of the hill, and passed on to the tiny fortress above.