XI.

And the night went down, and the sun smiled out far
     over the summer sea,
And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us
     all in a ring;
But they dared not touch us again, for they fear’d that
     we still could sting,
So they watch’d what the end would be. 
And we had not fought them in vain,
But in perilous plight were we,
Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain,
And half of the rest of us maim’d for life
In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife;
And the sick men down in the hold were most of them
     stark and cold,
And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder
was all of it spent;
And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side;
But Sir Richard cried in his English pride,
“We have fought such a fight for a day and a night
As may never be fought again! 
We have won great glory, my men! 
And a day less or more
At sea or ashore,
We die—­does it matter when? 
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner—­sink her, split her
  in twain! 
Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of
  Spain!”

XII.

And the gunner said “Ay, ay,” but the seaman made
  reply: 
“We have children, we have wives,
And the Lord hath spared our lives. 
We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let
  us go;
We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow.” 
And the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to the
  foe.

XIII.

And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore
  him then,
Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard
  caught at last,
And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign
  grace;
But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: 
“I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man
     and true;
I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do: 
With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die!”
And he fell upon their decks, and he died.

XIV.

And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant
     and true,
And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap
That he dared her with one little ship and his English
     few;
Was he devil or man?  He was devil for aught they
     knew,
But they sank his body with honor down into the deep,
And they mann’d the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew,
And away she sail’d with her loss and long’d for her
     own;
When a wind from the lands they had ruin’d awoke
     from sleep,
And the water began to heave and the weather to moan,
And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew,
And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew,
Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their
     masts and their flags,
And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter’d
     navy of Spain,
And the little Revenge herself went down by the island
     crags
To be lost evermore in the main.